What's the hanky code color for snuff?

Well that was a mistake. Just when I'm starting to warm up to the Eagle Spiegel. Unbelievable. At the door, we were asked to pay a $7 cover charge. I'm in favor of that! A cover charge means that only people who want to be there will be there. But no. The cover charge was because the Spiegel was having a 'Fetish Party.' So what's not to like?

Well... the particular fetish that the Spiegel was honoring was none other than sports gear. Sports gear. DOES THE MANAGEMENT OF THE SPIEGEL REALLY FEEL THAT THEY HAVE TO GO THAT EXTRA FUCKIN MILE TO ENCOURAGE THEIR PATRONS TO WEAR WHITE SNEAKERS??!!!

It was unbelievable. It was sooooo lame. Unimaginably lame.

"Hiya, Twinkie Vanillastein. Meet my pal Vanilla Twinkstein."

At one point, some Spiegel employee had the audacity to climb up onto the platform they have on the roof deck and shout, "Is everybody having fun?" There was, of course, a resounding silence. Except for the big bald guy with the bushy mustache smoking cigars who yelled back, "No. But thanks for asking."

On Monday night (Monday night!) I was at the Bike Stop in Philadelphia. The place was jumping. There were men in leather, and, because Monday is jockstrap night, there were men in boots and jockstraps. But of course? What did you expect? It's a leather bar. I will personally rent a limo so that the management of the Spiegel can take a trip down to Phildafuckindelphia and see what a leather bar looks like.

However, I did hear a rumor from a thoroughly unreliable source that work is being done to re-open the Cellblock. Only not as a sex club but as a leatherbar. Oh please God let that be true.

So next time I go there (and where else is there to go?), I'll be the bald guy with the bushy stache smoking cigars with a noose hanging out of my back left pocket.

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