I flew to NJ Friday the 13th for an interview. At that time, I had arranged to get together with my newest friends, Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911. I met Sweet Charity through MySpace earlier the previous week, and after a few emails back and forth and the addiction to one another on Yahoo Messenger, we were a hit. Initially we were only going to hang out one of the two nights I was in New Jersey, but after my first dose, I couldn't get enough. Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911 came to pick me up from my parents house. It was late, and the directions given to them were not satisfactory. Nonetheless we get into the car, load a bowl of dank bud, and drive to their neck of the woods. We go straight to this gay club called Switch. Upon our arrival, we walk into what seems to be a sausage fest of homosexual males. None of us were concerned with this, we were minding our own business and hanging out. After a couple drinks and a few cigarettes we were joined with more females; friends of Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911. After a bit, Sweet Charity and I go outside to smoke a cigarette and we are slowly joined by some of the other females in the group. Following the other females is who I would like to call Irate Bar Bitch, a male bartender, telling all of us that we were cut off from drinking or ordering any additional beverages. At this point, I had consumed 3 alcoholic beverages and if I were to be cut off from anything it was the potent shit I was putting in my lungs that was making my eyes as red as a fire engine. Irate Bar Bitch informed us that we went to both of the bars in the front and rear of the establishment. This was not the case. We were only at the bar nearest to the exit in which smokers can unite as one with their puffs of carbon monoxide filling the windy town of Boonton, NJ. This did not make any of us happy. Sweet Charity and I go to the restroom, and when we all reunited it was to do so with the manager of the joint, who just so happened to be a lesbian. She ensures that her bartender would be reprimanded and gives all of us our cover charges back. The manager asks the group their sexual orientation and states that it is a predominately male club. I personally have been to many gay clubs in many different states, but never in my life was I asked or told 1) my sexual orientation (unless I was getting hit on) or 2) told that a gay club is strictly for males. I saw other women at the bar, just not very many. Is that why we were mistreated? Because we ladies are discriminated against by those not wanting to be discriminated........... I don't get it.
