It’s very rare that I would have the weekend free from work. So Friday I made plans to meet my partner in crime Ms. Petal at Rawhide, our favorite leather/levi bar. And since my buddy Burger wasn’t doing anything and loves the music on the jukebox he came along. It’s nice to go to a bar and the bartenders know you. The first few times there I had to show ID. But now I can just step up to the door, pull those leather curtains aside and walk in. It was a scorcher Friday and feeling the air conditioner was a pleasant relief. I found a sit at the corner of the bar and Tim, one of the barkeeps greeted me warmly. I like the bar around this time it’s not to full and the conversation is easy.
While I waited for Burger sipping my gin and tonic, I started to listen to two guys who were having a conversation about the military. One had finished their tour in the Army the other still had some time in the Navy. They were going at it talking about the different cities and countries they were stationed in. when they go to talking about the different military bases, Tim had to tap out of the conversation. I guess it was hot while they reminisced about the different kinds of guys they came across. He looked over at me and said I could never live on a base. I told him that I did and it was really cool. The gentleman who is in the Navy asked if I was enlisted? I made a joke that it felt like it, but I was a wife of a Marine. And the only bases I’d live on were here in the USA, Fort Dix, and Fort Hamilton. I told them that even though I didn’t go to boot camp I was taken under the wing of another enlisted man’s wife to show me the rope of the base.
Soon after the guys went back to talking about another subject and I turned my attention to my gin and tonic. Burger arrived and we talked and had a couple of more drinks. I was meeting Ms. Petal in a few hours at switch. Burger is the only male straight friend I have and I like that he loves the vibe of the oldest gay leather/levi bar in New York. It must be those corny songs they play between 5-8pm? Which he and Tim were singing to. Good times.
I was surprised when Burger nugged me and said “hey what are those women doing in her?” I had to remind him that i was a woman. to which he reminded me that I was a Sir. 
Yeah I am. I spotted one of them going out to smoke and I don’t know if it was all the talk about the millatry but Rawhide is our bar. I went out side and stuck up a converation with the young lady. Just to lat her know the lay of the land so to speak.
1. Bar staff are freindly and women are made to feel welcomed.
2. There’s no smoking in front of the window. How else are the guys inside going to look at the beefcake that walks by?
3. When going to the bathroom make sure to either have someone to watch the door, or hold the door closed with a foot. There are no locks on the doors. It’s difficult after a couple of drinks but can be done.
We talked some more and I wished her well and hope to see her and her friend again. It’s alway nice to see women in the bar. Each one teach one.
