Despite the incredibly high number of times I have been mistaken for a ‘dude’, this is only the second time I have received an apology freebie. I ventured to a burlesque bar last night for a friend’s birthday party, feeling pretty confident that the bouncer would show me in with a gentle nod. (Queers frequent the burlesques, right? Well, what would prove to be my overconfidence was certainly cradled in this assumption…). Sans bouncer I headed to the bar. 'Can I get some water and a Stella?' (‘Twas a rough ride from Crown Heights to the LES...).
He asked for my ID. Over it went. I did the glance around the room for ten seconds thing.
He flicked it back. “Dude. This is a girl's ID.”
“Umm yeah…I am.”
Silence. Exchange of glances (his a good deal southward of my eyes…)
“Oh fuck. Shit your hair is short. Listen, your beer's on me tonight. But goddamn your hair is fucking short.”
I still tipped. Pissed but pleased at the night's budget increase.
“Umm yeah…I am.”
Silence. Exchange of glances (his a good deal southward of my eyes…)
“Oh fuck. Shit your hair is short. Listen, your beer's on me tonight. But goddamn your hair is fucking short.”
I still tipped. Pissed but pleased at the night's budget increase.
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