It felt like we had just landed on another planet somewhere in a distant matrilinear galaxy. No drag queens on the dance floor-just dykes! It took us a little while to get acclimated. A few men were there with their lesbian friends, but we were definitely in a lesbian bar-lesbian bartenders, lesbian DJ, lesbian bouncer, and lots and lots of lesbians everywhere you looked. At first we all just sat there, open-mouthed I'm sure, taking it all in.
The mountain dykes had definitely hit the big city! It took us no time at all to find our way inside, order some beers, and secure a table for six. This was a far cry from our obscure, back-alley After Dark.
The Sports Page had a big sign with its name on it right out front, a gigantic but rapidly filling parking lot, and a very visible front door.
