No, I'm not a cast member at the Adventurers Club, though we have many friends who are, and it's the dream job for both Scott and me. We're just regular guests. We met at 8-Trax during Gay Days 2003, and our first date was bar hopping at Pleasure Island. That first date started at the Adventurers Club with Kungalooshes. When we moved here, we started attending the club two or three nights a week and have done so for five years. We've made wonderful friends at the club, and have gotten to know the amazing people who work there both as bar staff and as performers. Many of them will be at our Big Fat Gay Disney Wedding on Sunday as guests, despite having become unemployed at 2:00am Sunday morning, when the last Hoopla ends.
We went to the Adventurers Club for the last time last as regular guests last night. It was very hard. I broke down at the end of the Hoopla and cried, Scott cried in the parking lot. It's been a major part of our lives, and as I said, it's a magical place.
I died a little bit inside last night. The part of me that claps for fairies because I believe is no longer as strong as it used to be. We clapped and we clapped, and the magic is going away anyway.
Our own "Happily Ever After" started when we met, and we're celebrating that this weekend.
But our beloved club, becomes a place where magic USED to live.
My inner child had to grow up a little bit last night.
And it sucked.