If I were gay and I didn’t have a membership to Rise, I would have bought one on the spot. Maybe it was because Machine’s night is on Friday or maybe it was because it was 4:30AM, but there were a number of older guys who were much more fit than I on the floor. I guess that’s how it works: go work out during the week, party at night on the weekends, hope you pick up some young stud by 3:00AM, and if you don’t, you’re still dancing at four keeping that workout regimen in check.
Now it sounds like I am into older guys.
Wait a second, that didn’t sound right either. Anyway, you get the picture. The doorman decided he was going to be a complete douchebag to me when he saw me with the camera and didn’t help me find Mike Swells, house DJ and my contact there. Other than that small slight, everything was pretty money. Ridiculous sound system, great lighting effects, the smoke machine didn’t make me cough when I was standing near it. They obviously paid attention to detail here. I’d seen it two days earlier without the lights and music, but it exceeded my expectations when I got in there. I should have some good footage for my porn folder.
Wait a second . . .