Cock Spots

Tonight we wondered, "where do all the hot boys hang out on Sunday?" Oddly enough, we also wondered the same thing the previous evening, as well as the week before, and the week before that.
Wouldn't it be great if you at least had an idea where the greatest concentration of delectable specimens were guzzling their PBRs at a given time? I mean, if you're going to spend your hard-earned money in a drinking establishment, you need to get the most eye candy for the buck.

Friday, August 25, 2006

2 stoves and a stripper pole







We headed to Colosso again to see Steve the bartender. He said it was a great night for us to stop by, since the owner had just sold the place and was having her going away party. It was still a consistently foxy crowd, and so close to where we're staying! Anyway, when we were leaving, two guys asked us if we were "going to the party." We said, "sure, where is it?" We hopped into a car and were introduced to Josh and Old Man Coatsie. If you look at his Myspace profile, he is beloved not only in PDX, but also NYC and LA as well. We too were totally charmed by this guy, especially since we've decided he's the 36-year-old version of Chris.

They took us to someone's loft above a bar called Tube (we plan to check this place out next week). The loft had a stage, two stoves, and a stripper pole, upon which the host's girlfriend was dancing in a g-string (no pix of this - it's cockspots, after all!). The boyfriend was constantly taking photos, and a few people watched the show while everyone else was just shuffling around. I met another couple of handsome (not to mention very personable) young men, and one just happens to be another bartender at a place on 18th and Alberta. Jess found a cute newly-turned-21-year old, and he ended up driving us home.