We had dropped someone off at the airport earlier in the evening and were just rolling through Los Angeles before heading home. Saw a bar that looked jumping, so we stopped. We are white and we are hetero. We discovered the bar we were walking into was black. And not only was it black, it was gay. Patrons looked at us not unfriendly, just bemused. We looked at the host. He greeted us and his smile said there was a dress code and we were a priori in violation of same. OK, thanks. We were supposed to meet some people, my friend said, but I don’t see them.
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