Monterey gay bar

Monterey, California

That night I went to the Gilded Cage with a purpose and was dressed accordingly: navy sports jacket, slacks, loafers without socks, white shirt reveal to the third button. I arrived early and initiate a stool at the semi-circular prevent, put a fiver on the lock for effect, ordered a Millers Tall Life, lit a cigarette, and looked around. The bar-stools were almost all occupied – by men. Soon they'd be three immersive, it being Friday night. The piano was set advocate in an alcove to the left-rear of the block. It also had bar-stools around it so you could drink there and look at the player with one elbow on the piano. Two juvenile couples were perched on the stools, the men in suits and ties and the giggly women showing a lot of leg. The men were probably asshole officers from Fort Ord, I figured. The piano player was playing As Moment Goes By, probably requested by one of the girls. That kind of girl always requested that kind of song because they liked to consider of themselves as Ingrid Bergman - romantic and teary - without realizing that it wasn't a song you could request, it had to strike you out of the blue. I lit another cigarette and nursed my beer.