Saturday, I went to Nellie's for a friend's birthday party. I had worn a fantastic cloche (straight dudes: see photo) and was receiving compliments for it right and left. I got in line for the unisex bathroom, where two men accosted me.
"We love your hat!"
"It's the cutest thing!"
"Can I try it on?"
"I love it!"
"You should totally go to the bathroom with us!"
"Come on, it'll be fun!"
And, in one to tell the grandkids, that's how I wound up using the facilities at a gay sports bar, while two strange men faced away from me, took turns trying on my hat, warned me away from using the "spunk sink" at any time for any reason, and offered me a free place to stay in Philadelphia.
When my mother said that a good sense of style will take you anywhere, I don't think she had the men's washroom in mind.