Recently on saturday, I went to my first gay bar here in AZ with a friend in Oldtown Scottsdale. The atmospheric environment the town gave off when we arrived reminded me so much of how Seattle was like. The slight sharp turns, the people, and the way the lights were setup gave off that feeling that I was back home. I was so excited and giddy all over. The air I was breathing felt really fresh too. It took a quick 20 minutes, and when we found parking, BS, the gaybar, was just within walking distance.
Flashing our ids and paying our covers, we walked into a chill environment with not too many people, but enough to make the place that much lively as we ordered our drinks. Tokyo tea was what my friend and I ordered and began drinking as we noticed that one of our co-workers, Allen, was here as well. We were stoked and excited to see one another and found out that it was his first time at BS too.
After a while, Allen left and we both just sat down and talked about the town in general and how it reflected of what liveliness should feel like. A little bit into our conversation, this buff, but obviously cute waiter was continuously coming towards us to see if we needed any more drinks. At first, I thought he was hinting at my friend, but he later said that he was eyeing me every time he came over. Couple minutes passed by, and my friend decides he needs to use the restroom. And I know he’s doing this on purpose because all of a sudden, I’m engaged in a conversation with the waiter. I found out his name, where he previously lived, but I unfortunately didn’t get his number. I’ll get it next time… maybe haha.
Our drinks finished and wanting to walk around, we headed out and my friend gave me a tour of Scottsdale to end the night.