Ironic the music sucked. The gay bars/dance clubs had by far the best music back in our clubbing days.
We’d go to our regular dance clubs from 11ish until 2 or 3 am when they closed, and then sometimes go to the gay clubs to dance until 4 or 5 am when they closed.
Those were some crazy times. During the ecstasy era of the late 90s. Group of about 20 of us. We were inseparable for about 2 years. It was like a St. Elmo’s Fire friend group. Literally used to have a place (bar or club) we went each day of the week except for Sunday in the Sixth Street area.
Your chronicling the Austin trip takes me back.
Sam will appreciate this. I was by far the best dancer in our group and oftentimes one of the best dancers in whatever club we’d go to. (Except the gay clubs, those guys were usually like professional dancer types).
I was able to use my dancing ability to pick up many a chick in my day back back then normally would be way out of my league.
good times
