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Sunday, July 03, 2005

ONE NOB HILL

thursday, we got his and her high colonics, did some sightseeing and then went to the NOB HILL (all male adult) THEATER. i've been there maybe 10 times in the past 10 years, and everytime i've gone there i get really bad condescending attitude at the front door, usually from the same guy. after i handed him my identification, he gave it back to me by placing it on the counter. i told him i don't appreciate that... if i hand you something, you hand it back to me. it's just plain common courtesy. plus, it says alot about the person you're dealing with. of course he didn't apologize, because his attitude is like we're gonna get customers in here no matter how i treat them. at that point, we really should have turned on our heels and walked out the door, but i wanted to show my friend RONNY some man-style flashdancing.

well, we definitely didn't get what we came there for. apparently, there was a show going on, but the performer was in the audience for the "tip-getting" portion of his presentation, and with the room being pitch black, we couldn't see anything other than the FALCON video being illuminated at a screen on stage. we opted to hang outside the theater in the hallway of fame. as we studied the autographed photos of the theater's alumni, two other performers appeared from the outdoor back patio. one of them reeked of menthol cigarettes and pot as he approached me pointing a finger. "i know you! ...can i have your autograph?" he said. "how 'bout a hug instead" i told him. and with that we left. we paid $30 each for that ten minute experience.

NOB HILL THEATER has this icky dark cloud that hovers over it and makes the whole experience gross. i never seen a dancer there enjoying himself. most of them are "straight", so there's a big shame element that permeates the building. the customers seem to be on something and the staff don't seem to give a shit one way or the other. i guess i've kept going there expecting it to be like THE GAEITY, but a west coast version. well, i won't be going back, and that's a shame, because nobody loves seeing men swing their cocks around more than me.

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Posted by Ru on Sunday, July 03, 2005 at Sunday, July 03, 2005 | Permalink



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