My Night At Metro Q

You remember the Metro Q, don't you?

Well, I finally went. And as I said on my Facebook status last night, the Metro Q is "the place where gays go to die."

Look, it would be too easy, not to mention mean spirited, to bash the place, so I'll just say that it needs some serious work. There's weird office lighting all over the place, tacky purple walls, bad music, and don't even get me started on the clientele. Who are these people and where do they come from?

That's the "Notorious Miss Julie." What she is notorious for, I do not want to know. But she was kind enough to take a hot pic with me, so, she can't be too bad.

Hey, if you want a weird place to have a cheap cocktail and people judge watch, go to the Metro Q. Tell 'em Sire Says sent ya!

And, it's time for a photo dump. Pics from last night, courtesy of my wonderful new phone:





BONUS! A video dump. Here's Julie, tricking Chanelle and me into thinking we were posing for a picture.