Old story. Part one.
Pre-Internet traveling abroad, not knowing where to go, arriving Madrid and wanting to dance in a gay club the first night, a quick yet unreliable way was to get into a taxi, and if the driver didn’t look like he’d be bothered by it, ask where to party.
I stopped a few cabs looking for a younger driver who might know what was trendy. All of them were old, so I got in with an old one and asked. He confidently popped it into drive.
He drove me to the red-light district full of sex clubs and workers walking the street. I asked the driver, “but where are the dance clubs?”
He said, “I thought you wanted sex?”
Me, “well sure, maybe later, but I need some hours of drinking and dancing first.”
I paid, got out, and asked some people in the street if they knew. They pointed me to some nice clubs.
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Part two. Many years later.
Once the Internet got going, and early way of finding the party places was to go to a net cafe and get on certain channels on IRC (Internet Relay Chat). MĂ©rida, Mexico, was well set up in that way. Clear, quick, information, and offers of company to the clubs.
I figured anybody that eager might not be a good date, and I was with my spouse anyway, so we’d just log off and go ourselves. At least in the clubs, we could look somebody over first.
Funny how things go.
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