Erika's Annex Page 471 - Tres on Da Town

Well, when the only real full time tranny bar (that would have been The Lodge, moi knows that you recall) goes belly up, moi is forced to adapt, adopt and improve. Who needs full time tranny bars anyway (except perhaps for part time trannys, moi surmises)? Moi will round up a posse and strike out into other territory, such as the mean streets of West Hollywood. And so it was that Moni, Natalie and moi set out to see and be seen at some of the storied bars, clubs and neighborhood dives of Boys Town. Of course, we had been there before but indulge moi's little fantasy, if you will, of being a pioneer. Of course you will, won't you?

POSING on the mean streets of West Holly, just outside RAGE.

And to your left is a picture of said mean streets, crowded with traffic and peops seeking a good time

Our first destination was the dance club, called RAGE (what do they have to be angry about?, moi wonders)

Its advertising almost immediately gave moi a clue that this was no tranny bar. Just the opposite, it appeared. You ask how moi knew this? Just subtle, almost subliminal hints

Having safely negotiated the line to get in, we took the opportunity to sit and POSE before getting our groove on on the dance floor

Well, there is not much to say about the dancing, except that booty's were shaken - oh and there was a sweaty half naked guy in a cage, who photographed badly since moi was testing out moi's new camera.

We then retired to the upper level, which offered additional POSING opportunities. Note in parentheses, it is difficult to tell, but Moni was suffering from a nasty toothache all evening; close parentheses.

Moi, on the other hand, had no such dental difficulties, as is evident from moi's habit of flashing moi's pearly whites at the slightest excuse

Well, after some additional POSING.........

...moi sensed that Moni was ready to move on.

To The Abbey!!! (flourish of trumpets and horns), THE place to see and be seen, and home of the luxurious cabana-style retreats, to one of which we repaired

As moi waited for Moni and Natalie to get their drinkies, our sanctum was breeched by three GOTP (girls on the prowl) who insisted, just INSISTED, that they get photographed with moi. Having done that (left, above), their photographer - tonight's SOME DUDE - insisted, just INSISTED, that he join the group (above, right)

Well, now that THAT is over, it is time to get down to some serious POSING

Until moi had one of those blinding insights for which moi is so reknowned, regarding the sign above our cabana which had, moi thought, announced rather cryptically "Eserved". A simple addition of a letter in moi's mind caused the scales to drop from moi's eyes and moi realized that we had been encamped illegally. Oopsies!!! Time to go.

Visual recreation of the moment of moi's blinding flash of insight