
Anf the next night, I checked out Trumps, a gay disco. It was almost empty at 1:30 AM, but then suddenly filled to the max with a line out the door, in time for the lip-sync show. I stumbled home and got up early the next day to meet Roberto for breakfast on my last full day in Lisbon.
Along the way, I observed many gays. Trumps, like the George in Dublin, was a bit of "all things to all gays" with all ages and types intermingling.

My favorite guys were the normal looking from the shoulders-up but very fat from shoulders-down dancing fool. He took center stage often and had a style similar to Rerun from What's Happening. Runner up was the scruffy petite fellow wearing the beret, oversized cardigan, bowtie and tight jeans. very "classic student of painting" look.
2 comments:
I really like the lone couple on top of the first image. :D
It was like that, really. The bar tenders all looked so bored. I've never seen a place SO empty one minute and SO packed the next.
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