Misty Monday at The Mint east of Castro Street has been around since the late 1990s. Monday is always misty there and a tad bit slow pace when Monday falls on 4/20. Terrific, young stud Evan, whom I met for the first time last week and became an acquaintance, DJs/hosts all those courageous singers offering to karaoke for a Monday eveing audience beginning at 6 p.m. However, you don't have to wait for Evan or until 6 p.m. in order to do your thing on stage. You can start as early as 2:30 p.m. after lunch when The Mint opens its doors.
On Mondays, the bartender is Brian all day and night. Tireless and witty Brian has memories of a more tawdry San Francisco that dates back as far as the 1970s and tells me it is his aim to make the word, “Groovy” cool again. Why not I agree with him. After all, afros have certainly made a comeback...only now I'd have to wear a wig if I must have one. But yeah, "Sugar Sugar...goovy and Jughead Jones and Ethel" we definitely welcome back.
Too, fun-to-be around Brian has one of the greatest Broadway voices I’ve ever been entertained; when he sings in soprano his voice sends chills up and down my spine. It’s enough to make me like musicals when I am not, at all, a fan of musicals...though, I’ve been to several musicals, had boyfriends who were stir-crazy musical fanatics, and so I kind of got into it out of respect for their feelings, but really not every gay man you meet, and I am chiefly one of them, is not into that kind of song and dance. Some people are shocked as if they've been offended when I tell them, you don’t like musicals when they believe I should like musicals because I am a gay man and all gay men must like musicals. Like am I that melodramatic all the time? Do you think I break out into song and dance every time I kiss a guy I really want even for just one night? A relationship beyond that....well, it sort of becomes a melodramatic soap opera filled with lots of romance and intrigue and almost deadly suspense like "The Secret Storm."
On the other hand there is opera. An elite performance. A prestigious first class act. Yes, I still think of delightful “Samson & Dalila” when the whole set came tumbling down and how we roared, "Bravo! Bravo!" at my first opera my then first “major” of lovers Mr. Eklund took me to see when I was a green younger lad, and as newcomer to San Francisco, everything, every sight, every smell, every person I came into contact was like tasting candy for the first time, and I still think life is a lot like that...
MISTY MONDAY THE MINT