[Hemi-Cuda]

so a friend and I took a roadtrip down to Seattle and Portland to check out a couple of concerts over the past week. Seattle was great, lots of stuff to do and see while just walking around, but Portland sucked. we walked around the downtown area for an hour or so just trying to find something interesting but compared to Seattle it looked like a dump. finally we're both tired of walking around and just want to sit down for a bit and grab a beer while we wait for the concert. we see this bar that looked decent from the outside and was right next to the concert venue, so we think great, we'll just sit here for a bit. but after we get to the bar and order a couple of Miller's they had on tap, my eyes started to adjust to the lower lighting and certain things started to stand out. a disco ball hanging in the middle of the bar, a chalkboard on a wall with the word PONY written in big colorful letters, a poster on the wall behind me that advertised a uniform party for the weekend, the curious lack of female patrons and the two guys across the bar who seemed just a little too friendly. by this point buddy and i are getting a little freaked out so we chug our beer and get the hell out of there

now i still held out hope that maybe it was just our minds playing tricks on us in a strange city, but my friend gets the charge on his credit card and looks the name of the bar up online and on a tourist information site it comes with the label "Categories: Dance Clubs, Dive Bars, Gay Bars"

our first and likely only time in Portland and somehow we stumble upon the only gay bar in the city. about the only positive i can get out of the whole situation is that we wandered in on a dead Wednesday afternoon. i'm not so sure i could laugh about it if we were unfortunate enough to try and get a drink on a Friday night there