On my final night in Saint Louis, a bunch of people decided to go out and hit the bars. I got detained and missed the shuttle. Not to be deterred, I asked the concierge where I could get a good appletini. He told me the Tool Box was a couple blocks up the street. That sounded good. So, off I went into the night.
I found the place. It was nondescript with a typical mid west red brick facade. I entered and made my way to the bar. The first thing I noticed was this place had really bad lighting. I couldn't see a thing.
After a few minutes my eyes started adjusting. Much to my surprise, I noticed to men at the bar holding hands. That was odd.
I looked over at an adjacent table and saw to men hugging. I was getting concerned.
Finally, I looked into the darkest corner and saw two fellows making out. The truth finally hit me. This wasn't the kind of place I usually frequent.
I knew something had to be done. I turned to the guy I was dancing with and told him, "One more slow dance and I need to go."
Very nice.....sounds like you had a great time!!
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