On the Town

...or in it, rather. Last night some friends and I went to Town, a fairly new club on U and 8th Sts. I'm not sure if it's billing itself as a gay club per se but the vast majority of attendants were very good-looking, ripped gay men, so if it is, mission accomplished. For starters, the club is massive, although difficult to tell from the outside. Two dance floors on two levels, huge bars, seating, wood paneling, very modern. Huge screens with nature scenes being shown--one minute we're watching waves roll in, the next, mountain ranges. All to the sounds of remixed Madonna tracks with deep basslines.

There's something about gay clubs in DC--they're the few places where you can go and really let loose. Clubs in DC tend to be stiff and incredibly cheesy, which stems from the decor and music to the crowd - people rarely seem to be having fun, really dancing, loving the music, getting all sweaty, tying their hair up and kicking their shoes off. There are a few execptions--Fly, which I've blogged about before, always has a fun vibe to it; Panache, which I don't even know is still open, was killer for a bit; the roof at Five when they're doing a hip-hop night in the summer. On the whole, we're mostly stuck with the poseurs at 18th Street Lounge.

Gay clubs, however, consistently deliver a balls-out (no pun intended) party. Sweat dripping, shirts off, pounding music, everyone jumping up and down almost in sync. Maybe my female/straight status has something to do with it, but there's no posing, no standing still. I'd post some pictures, but these are the kind that could ruin political careers, so I'm instead just going to say you shoulda been there...