I've always been rather lazy when it comes to exploring the city, no matter which city I am in. Once I am home, I want to just cuddle up in front of my computer and whittle away at the hours until my body demands I rest for another day. For this blog, I am going to attempt to push myself outside my comfort zone to experience a little more of what life has to offer at nominal cost.
Charlotte nightlife can be a very interesting animal to encounter. One of my first meanderings brought me to the Snug Harbour, a local alternative bar in Charlotte's "hipster" area off Central Avenue near Midwood Plaza. I had been there once before, wanting to force myself to socialise a bit on a demure Sunday night.
This evening was a Thursday. Shiprocked Thursday, to be specific. On this night, they have a special show for the alternative community which is a mash-up of Drag Queens and Burlesque. I had an inkling of the presentation from the onset, some friends recommended the novelty and requested my humble presence. It was definitely an experience which left an impression.
The small bar was packed, one of those standing room only situations where you appreciate the added body warmth but would rather not be in close proximity with the bulk of your available compatriots. It's a popular night, for along with the show there are drink specials to tempt the wicked to attend.
My friends were getting crunk, as the kids would call it, while I claimed the role of designated driver with gusto. As the night progressed, I crept around with my camera to entertain myself. To avoid getting a fist implant, I kept my reticule primarily on inanimate objects. The night progressed smoothly, saw old friends and made new ones. Good times were had, along with giggles and some wriggles on the dance floor.
Midnight hit, and the real ball began. The music was throbbing, people were gathering close to the dinky wooden stage in one corner of the room. The closeness brought an emphasis on the beat as dollar bills began to fly on stage for the gogo dancers gyrating to the sound. Soon the DJ brought down the music as the girls shuffled off-stage to announce the treat for the night. A local Drag queen, Bethann Phetamine, was soon to mount the stage.
Her entrance was dramatic.
Her make up, elaborate.
Her clothes ... Not so existent.
The show was definitely entertaining, to say the least. The crowd ate up everything she had to offer, and were voracious for more. It was hard to tear your eyes away, even if it were merely from morbid curiosity.
She mouthed along with the lyrics while fluttering about the stage with an erratic fluidity which is difficult to capture on film or in words. The show ended with a dramatic flourish of her arm as the mass of bodies pushed forward in excited reception.
To say it was a one of a kind experience would be overtly poetic, but for my first experience of that lifestyle, it will definitely be one difficult to forget.