Home is where the, err, heart is
My friend May is "shopping" tonight. She has picked Home's House Party as our evening destination. As I have never been to Home or their alleged hopping House Party night, I thought I would do a little research.
The club is lauded as "A place with African-American men...with an impressive pedigree," which I imagine is why May is so excited to drag her drunkards there.
However, I check out the webpage and rather than attractive black me there are mostly slutty looking drunk girls. Which is cool, but not exactly what I think she was going for tonight. May explained that genre of photo brings in the boys. While I am still a little skeptical, I do trust her extensive knowledge of club guys.
And, for the cheap seats in the back, here are some of my favorite photos from Home:
Cherries love tongue studs. Love.
Oh, and if you are really feelin cheap, there is an open bar from 6 to 7, which is nice. We'll be there a little later--look for me, the red head breast deep in sexual chocolate, the coyote ugly bartender and an adorable waify gay boy.