• Ade


Have you ever paused to consider that places and/or things like Neighbours and R Place and, oh, say, Changes in Wallingford, and such never, but NEVER-EVER-EVER, appear anywhere in this column? Not even a little bit? You have? Well. OH MY GOD! I'VE TOTALLY NOTICED THAT, TOO! Huh. Too fucking weird.

Anyway, tonight we're going to Pony. Now, the discerning 'mo needs zero extra incentive to spend an evening at Pony, because there's naked mens on the walls. And sometimes on the bar almost, yes, that's true, too. But it does bear noting that Pony—which is of course the best gay bar in the known universe and several unknown ones—occasionally DOES SPECIAL THINGS, and on those special-thing nights, Pony becomes an even specialer place, indeed, and even worthier of one's adulations.

Most of said special-thinged nights are themed events, overflowing with celebrity DJs, drag queens, fat-free pole-dancing hipster studs in their expensive fancy-pants underwear, and various other clubland notables. Case in point is tonight's event: Off with Their Heads, a "French Revolution victim's ball."

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