Three+ years into it, Blow Pony is still the standard to beat — barely. What started out as an outlaw night at an outlaw bar has turned into a huge monthly dance party in a warehouse space that attracts practically every homo in the region, and some heteros, too. This means it’s crowded, and the mood swings wildly from hour to hour, depending on which group is ascendent —
- 10-11 p.m. — Older gay men who don’t stay up late. Come out to get some dancing in before their joints stiffen.
- 11-12 a.m — 100 below-30 lesbian hipsters, who think the dance floor is the best place from which to text. Very sharp elbows, too.
- Midnight — A usually pretty dreadful live performance. Lip synching in Blade Runner drag sums it up, pretty much.
- After midnight — Younger gay men, often in packs and very drunk.
Straights are sprinkled throughout, and Blow Pony organizer Airick loathes them, as he will make clear over the sound system, calling them out and driving them out when he spots them on the dance floor.
Airick plays a lot of ’80s music before 11 (which helps explains the older gay men), and the other DJs span the dial from house to Britney to Kanye.
Blow Pony is still fun, but it’s increasingly a mess, and not in a good way…
Every 4th Saturday (may change during Pride month)
320 SE Second Ave.