I like to go and do stuff but what I like to go and do the most is
something ridiculous so when my friend told me that The Village
People, the real Village People, were coming in concert it was just a
matter of time and place because we were already there. The shindig
was at a little low-rent night club that had changed names several
times over the years but was still the same crappy warehouse
conversion with bad sound. We were thinking that while the band
itself was often associated with the homosexual counter culture we
for some unfathomable reason thought that it would be mainly hot
girls. You know? Because we were idiots. When the night came we
rolled up on the club and instantly thought we may have made a big
mistake. The leather-daddy to hot chick ratio was not good, not good
at all. Not ten seconds inside the joint and my tall blonde friend
was the toast of the party, which we thought was hilarious. I offered
to run and grab him some scissors so he could convert his regular
pants to a pair of sexy chaps and he was not amused. We worked over
to a side of the club that was actually pretty well populated with
some college girls who were, unfortunately, not trying to molest us
twinks. There was an opening band with disco in the name and they
sucked but that is why they were opening for the Village People. When
the actual Village People came out the warehouse got all hyped but it
turned out that they have lots of songs that none of us who were
trying to do a little kitschy slumming had no idea about. They had
'YMCA' and 'In The Navy' and others we vaguely knew and some of the
cute girls were dancing in sexy disco ways around us and they formed
a reasonable protection from the predatory old men. After their set
they just turned on the lights and came and sat on the front of the
stage and talked with whoever wanted to stay. My tall blonde friend
was still really popular in the middle aged cruising crowd and we had
no trouble getting right up to the stage and getting a autograph. I
still have a signed picture of Glen Hughes, the biker. We declined
many offers to 'go party' and headed home unmolested but also
unmolested so a win/loose situation.
