I walked into the formerly dumpy bar on the corner of 2nd & 4th street last week, assuming it was still for boys only. Now I haven't lived in the East Village for 8 years, so it's been awhile. Anyhoo, there were WOMEN all over the place. Kissing MEN. Ugly straight men. I felt like Mary Martin in the famous picture of her and Ethel Merman walking down Broadway in the late '60's, soaking in the 'New Broadway.'
'The Devil be hitting me!'--Whitney Houston