Flop House

I’ve got to start paying closer attention to my instincts. Neither BQM nor I really wanted to go to the Prop House, tonight. But we…

by j. brotherlove

I’ve got to start paying closer attention to my instincts.

Neither BQM nor I really wanted to go to the Prop House, tonight. But we did, anyway; and we regret it. Despite - or because of - the fact that there were hundreds on men (some of them cute), tonight at the Prop House was awful.

An opportunistic cover of $20; twice as many people than the building allows; a less-than-friendly staff (“You can’t stand there.” You can’t stand there, either”.); awful house, hip hop and dancehall music (how they can fuck up three genres is beyond me) and high-ass drink prices ($6 for a cocktail in a 10oz plastic cup) makes the brotherlove a grumpy muthafucka.

After two hours, I grabbed the car keys and waited outside with at least a hundred other displeased. To top it off, I didn’t see that many people. Other than a former lover and a hang out buddy, my time and money was wasted. But I did get to eat more Jay’s potato chips. Mmmmmm…

OK Refresh my memory. Is that the place we went to where they had a tent set up outside? I think it was also where Live the Life was found dancing with your then date? I remember the “you can’t stand there” attitude even when there was no where else to stand.

Exactly.