D S.
Yelp
PAUL REUBENS.
No, there wasn't a celebrity sighting. It's just that the Knockout looks like the biker bar from Pee-Wee's Big Adventure. They didn't play "Tequila," but they probably should have. Too bad the statute of limitations ran out on my indecent exposure rap.
Speaking of indecent exposure, they have a photo booth next to the dance floor, just in case you want to record your inebriation in three second intervals.
It's a painfully hip place. Definitely divey, slightly seedy, a smattering of Bernal Heights exiles from Cortland Street -- my kind of shithole. They were also showing The Shining, so you know I'll be back as that's my craigslist m4m hookup movie of choice ("Oooooh, weren't those dismembered twins creepy? Wanna fuck?").
Once again, I was a willing hostage to the charms of fellow yelpers Patrick M and MJ T...look, I love everyone but I'm sorry, they pull up at my office in a white van, club me like a baby seal, and throw me in the back. What am I supposed to do -- resist? Those bitches will pop a cap in my ass, they're all business. Plus, it's not like the rest of you ask me out. Word to my pretty female friends: I'm the perfect dinner date. I'm cute, asian, and fit in your satin evening clutch.
So we were at one of the tables next to the window, chatting and otherwise being obnoxious to each other. There were two straight couples seated at the table next to ours. Now, we're friends in real life (right? RIGHT?) but we're also yelpriends, so we were talking yelp, when I noticed one of the harpies rolling her eyes and casting disparaging looks in our direction. They then quickly got up and left. Look you tramp, don't give me that. You're just bitter because you're stuck in your miserable life with your obviously gay boyfriend AND YOU DON'T HAVE A WEBSITE LIKE YELP ON WHICH TO BITCH! TALK TO MY MOTHERFUCKING HAND.
Seriously, am I crazy? Does this shit happen to anyone else? Who knew yelping could provoke such hatred amongst the hoi polloi?
Anyway, as we were leaving a [expletive deleted]* reveler wanted to prove he was going commando and showed us his pubes.
Maybe Pee-Wee was there after all.
*property of PM