This weekend I joined my fellow chorus members for a gig at Illinois Wesleyan University in Bloomington, IL. We sang there a few years ago with a Lesbian/Feminist chorus named Amasong and had such a great time and were so enamored with the audience, we couldn’t wait to go back.
The fact that we haven’t been back since is probably just because Amasong mixes up their guests every few years– but we did get the call this year and about 50 of us made the trip down.
Bloomington (also known as Bloomington-Normal because of the close proximity of neighboring town Normal) is a very collegiate town– aside from Illinois Wesleyan, there is also Illinois State University and two smaller community colleges. So for a small-ish town, it is pretty lively, especially when students are around.
After the show, a few of us decided to stay overnight, so we headed out to The Bistro, the only gay bar in Bloomington-Normal. The Bistro is a fairly small place, but it was big on fun. It’s owned by a lady that everyone calls “Mama,” and “Mama” is quite a lady. She feeds everyone shots and good times and drinks from a special jug of tequila she calls “Mama’s Milk.” It’s raucous and fun and creates a really great atmosphere for a party.
So two shots and two $2.50 Long Islands later (I love the south suburbs!), I was on the dancefloor cutting a major rug. The tunes were fun and my friends and I were all over the place.
We were enjoying a great disco tune when all of a sudden this cute young collegiate looking boy appeared in front of me. “Hi, my name is Pete, what’s yours?” I said, “Rick, nice to meet you Pete!” and we started dancing together. He asked me where I was from and I said “Chicago,” and he responded that he was a student at ISU. We got a little closer, and he touched me a few times in a few places, and I touched him in a few places. Just when I thought maybe I might sneak in some kissing action, a couple of his friends stumbled by and pulled him away. I figured maybe I’d see him again, but that was the last I saw of cute Pete.
So while it didn’t turn out quite as I had hoped, it was still pretty nice to know that I’m not entirely invisible to guys. Especially cute ones with nicely shaped arms and tight-fitting T-shirts and big green eyes.
So as far as I’m concerned, that was a step in the right direction for me. I left the bar feeling more confident and more upbeat than when I walked in. And there was a bit more of a lilt in my step as we walked away for the night.