Deco

When Bff, the bartender, took the weekend off for the first time in 10+ years for his birthday, of course we decided to go to the gay bars (that was after we saw So You Think You Can Dance live!). Unfortunately we almost got into a dance fight ala «West Side Story» with some bitchies at Rain, and Oil Can’s was a bit boring, so I suggested we check out the new gay bar, Hush, on Congress. Hush had only been open about 3 months, but I guess it was so quiet, no one knew about it and it closed and has now reopened as Deco (worst gay bar name EVER!). Apparently nothing else but the name has changed, including the staff.
The doorman assured us that it was still a gay bar and when we saw the shirtless bartenders, we knew we were in the right place. We ordered a drink from the super hot bartender, Trevor, at the downstairs bar first and then decided to hit the bathrooms. The girls bathroom was NASTY and stinky which Bff pronounced a definite staple in a gay bar. Let’s just say Halloween came early in one of those stalls. Not sure what that was living in that bowl…
At 12:30 on a Friday nite, the bar was dead. No one was dancing except the DJ in his little booth, making the fog machined dancefloor rather sad. We went upstairs to check out the patio and got another drink from the super hot guy with the tattoos all around his neckline. Btw, it’s a $ 10 minimum on credit cards up there, which forced us into doing another shot. It’s not my fault I can’t remember much of the rest of the nite. I do remember shakin my ass, so the music musta been okay. I also remember telling the bartender that I liked his «outfit» and how the bottle opener strapped to his upper arm was a nice accessory to his tattoos, thus once again embarrassing Bff in public. But there wasn’t much else going on, so we left soon after.
I had tried to go to Hush a couple of months ago and at 1 a.m. on a Saturday it was dead. I don’t know how long Deco will hold this place, unless they vamp it up a bit. Soon it may become Psst or Plaster or some other cleverly named bar. But if it closes, I do have some work for those bartenders at my house… What??! I only meant dusting, washing the car, and yardwork… all those jobs that should be done topless and sweaty…
***and yes I did just blow my 500^th review on a gay bar. Why should that be surprising?