I have never watched an episode of HBO's Looking. By all accounts it seems to be pretty terrible, at least as a representation of San Francisco gay life. However, the second episode of this season had a scene that took place in one of my former places of employment: Beatbox, a gay dance club in the SOMA district that I have many fond memories of.
Taking place during one of the "Bearracuda" parties, there was a lot wrong going on, not the least of which being that the two boys on camera did drugs right in front of the bar. The head bartender, Nic, is a friend of mine and - confirmed - would've had those two ass-over-elbows out the front door before they finished knocking back their hit. And god help 'em if the club owner, Brian Kent, had gotten ahold of 'em.
Which isn't to say drugs don't get done at the club. I mean, come on. But anyone dumb enough to flaunt it right in front of the staff is gonna find themselves trying to climb out of a K-hole at the corner of 11th and Folsom.
There is one thing that was pretty spot on, though, and it was the cute otter type flying high on the dance floor:
The primary reason I thought I'd use Looking for this post, though, is because I was totally in this scene! Sure, I don't care about the show one way or the other, but when an open casting call went out for extras to be in the show, how could I say no to such an experience? Fast forward to about the 19 minute mark and you'll find me dancing with my friend Paul - also one of the owners of the club - right here:
Obvious question: Was it worth sacrificing an entire day in a hot dance club carrying around an increasingly-warm "whiskey coke" pretending to dance for music that wasn't actually playing for barely two seconds of super blurry background presence?
Obvious answer: Yes. Yes it was.