Mortimer is missing the gay bars

Before COVID hit I was not usually one to sing the praises of local bar scene here in Minneapolis. With all the shitty EDM disco taking over every night, as well as fractured communication/nonexistent cruising due to mobile phones ( uhh- and possibly my age/ugly mug,) I rarely felt comfortable sitting alone in the dark, cavernous, sometimes crowded, gay bars. Plus being in my late 40s it’s hard to motivate to go out when I can pay a lot less for beer and listen to better music at home. But the other day I found this art school assignment in my pile. It’s made from sketches done sitting at the local gay bars, over ten years ago. I remember the evenings with my sketchbook staring at the crowd, staring at the men, trying to steal their poses before they would eventually switch positions, and the night would progress one interaction at a time. Maybe when things get back to some kind of normal I’ll try to reconnect with the crowd. The way things are going “Getting back to normal“ seems more than a few months off, but until then I still have my sketches, and memories.