Going Home

This weekend I am heading home to Virginia, with my buddy Richard. I can’t wait to show him Monticello, Ash Lawn, the trees I climbed as a kid in my mother’s back yard, the downtown homonazis, and Club 216. The latter is Charlottesville’s gay dance spot. Words cannot describe. Really it’s just gays trapped in a small town with limited resources making the most of it, while dancing to ill-conceived remixes. Think Beyond Thunderdome, with a soundtrack of ill-conceived remixes. The homonazis really were the pits, though. They thought that because they went to D.C. once a month they were on the cutting edge. Ah, and Escafe, where I danced as an undergrad every Thursday night to Hunter’s tunes. And marvelled at Hunter. Richard will get to meet decent people, too. Ones I don’t make fun of, like Sissy and Leslie. Actually, that’s a lie.

~ by carlosville on February 11, 2008.