Therapy
Dylan, with whom I went to this place, is my gay friend. He came to New York as a college exchange student from China in this first half year, and was lucky enough that could have an old acquaintance, me, to hang out within the foreign country.
We went to Therapy at night about 8 pm after having dinner together at Tonchin on 36th street 5 Ave, a beautiful contemporary Japanese ramen restaurant, then walking ahead to 52nd street between the 8th and 9th Ave. Without a doubt, therapy is a gay bar where attracts a large crowd of beautiful boys, and it has become the spot in Hell’s Kitchen. It is notable that we knew we were at our destination immediately as soon as we saw the symbolic rainbow flag hanging outside the door in midair. A security man was standing in front to check for our ID. We walked through a short corridor into its interior with the encircled mellow pop music gradually evoking my nerve. It is a dim duplex building, the two levels of slate floors connected by a dramatic staircase, crowned with a massive skylight.
Walking up to the second floor where the majority of people were on, a cute waiter served us with extreme enthusiasm to a small middle left table with two menus. All of sudden, I was surrounded by various males: man who dressed exaggeratedly like a woman, man who was kissing another man, man who was greeting and hugging with his friend, or man who were drinking to his date. I was nerves because I didn’t see a few women, and this was my first time to go to a gay bar. The whole bar was quite dark with flashing colorful lighting to build an ambiguous atmosphere for gay couples to have a fun date evening. Simultaneously, the music was set loudly enough so that we had to be very close to hear what the other said even the waiter, which was a usual rule in bars that give couples or strangers a chance to approach each other. There was a small stage in the front for some special shows, two rows of the booth with high seats on the two side against the wall, and we were sitting in the middle. I ordered a cheese fries for us and a cocktail, Psychotic Episode with Bacardi Coco, banana liqueur, orange juice, cranberry and pineapple juice; while Dylan had cocktail Freudian Sip with Ketel One Citroen, fresh ginger and lemonade. We shouted like crazy for the people who performed on the stage accompanied by the alcohol in the cocktails that began to work on our brains. Any gay bar like Therapy is a safe and relaxable place to stay with his love after a long week, and all the unhappiness and upset were drowned in the darkness.
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