The Midtown Report: Heightened Security Leads to Homoerotic Fondling/Rescue by Dick & Jane

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09/16/2006

East Jefferson and Chene, Detroit, MI 48207

Neighborhood: Letter From Abroad

It never fails. When I venture outside of midtown, something extraordinary happens.

My muse, Madelaine, had a graduation party last weekend at a new downtown club. I invited The Prince of Darkness to accompany me. The Prince of Darkness works like the devil, so, needless to say, it’s difficult to get him out of his crypt.

The Prince of Darkness had surprised me earlier that afternoon by inviting me to join him for a cocktail at our favorite midtown watering hole. After cocktails, I convinced The Prince of Darkness to return to the crypt, change clothes and head downtown with me.

We had a little trouble finding the club. East Jefferson, on the south side of the avenue, between the Renaissance complex and Belle Isle, can politely be described as a neighborhood in transition. There are warehouses, old mansions, an amphitheatre and vacant lots. The landlords refuse to sell at reasonable prices. Most of the properties sit and deteriorate, because of neglect and water damage, or they spontaneously combust, in the middle of the night.

As I discovered that night, the area between East Jefferson and the river has become “No MAN’S Land”!

Standing at the door of the club were two security guards–five foot9 and fivefoot10–in metrosexual combat gear. Fivefoot9–wearing a crocheted black skull cap, sleeveless mesh shirt, black fatigues and combat boots–demanded we raise our arms. Fivefoot10–who was too fat for a mesh shirt–walked behind me and grabbed me by my man boobs! His hands lingered on my pecks, then slid down the seams of my jacket. He patted me on the hips, then grabbed the contents of the front pockets of my trousers and jiggled the contents up and down–like he was trying to make music with my ass!

The Prince of Darkness had forgotten to remove his baby pitchfork from his pant pocket. I always carry a cork screw on my person. Fivefoot10 shook my right pocket, which contained the cork screw, until I demanded he let go! Fivefoot9 insisted that we get rid of our party accessories, before entering the club.

We had to go back to the car. When we returned, fivefoot10 motioned for me to raise my arms. As I stepped forward, he made that Prince sliding behind Appolonia move and stood behind me. He slapped both hands on my pecks, firmer than the last time, and gave my titties and the contents of my jacket a firm shake. His hands lingered on my chest. After what seemed like a full 60 seconds, fivefoot10 moved his hands down my coat seams, like he was caressing a mink coat with Halle Barry in it, finally resting his hands on my hips. His right hand became disoriented. I had removed the corkscrew from my trousers. Fivefoot10’s right hand wantonly fingered my apartment keys, like he wanted to move in with me! He flipped my wallet round and round with his clubby left hand.

At that point I began cussing. I accused him of having sexual relations with his mother. He took his hands off of me. The punk didn’t even offer me a cigarette, yet he took great liberties with my person! How many unsuspecting men had he violated, in the name of security?!!

After our ordeal, we made our way to the third floor of the club and sat at the bar. The drinks were moderately priced, so we had quite a few, to try and calm down. J Paul had never been molested by a man before, and in public no less! The Prince of Darkness had been molested numerous times, however, this was the first time a fivefoot9 metrosexual security guard had ever grabbed his testicles on the sidewalk in front of a club. We were mortified.

As the night went on, the cheap drinks served as some consolation. The molestations turned out to be the most exciting part of our evening.

The music was particularly bad. Twice within 2 hours, the DJ played “Cold Blooded.” Despite the bad DJ and all the stuffed blue denim, we hung out until 1 a.m.

The Prince of Darkness had to have a midnight feeding, so we went to my favorite eatery in all of downtown Detroit, Lafayette Coney Island. Detroit has national reputation for coney island restaurants. Lafayette Coney Island had to be the inspiration for Belushi’s Greek restaurant character on Saturday Night Live. Two loose burgers and an MGD and one can go soberly home for a good night’s rest.

It was still relatively early. The bars close around 2 a.m. in Detroit. We still have a factory town mentality. Back in the day, one needed at least 2-3 hours sleep before going to Ford, GM or Chrysler. We have not evolved here in Dtown, except for our closeted sexual preferences.

We were finishing our meal when Dick and Jane arrived. We were hogging a table for six. Dick glanced at our table and headed for the back door. Jane and I made contact, so I motioned for them to come over to the table. Jane literally pulled Dick by the arm, to make him come and sit down.

Dick and Jane were with two female friends and some kid from Chicago. Jane sat down next to me and began quizzing us about where we had been that evening. Jane’s friends were sisters. The sisters were quite drunk. One of the sisters was celebrating her birthday. Birthday Girl plopped down next to The Prince of Darkness. The flames bouncing off of The Prince of Darkness must have made her warm. Birthday Girl made her sister switch seats with her. After Birthday Girl moved, she began fanning herself and pulling at the top of her blue halter top. Birthday Girl began playing peek a boo with Jane and J Paul revealing her tan line and two padded inserts inside her brassier and titties worthy of fondling.

The waiter came over. This was the crew’s first time at Lafayette, so they asked us what they should order. The Prince of Darkness barked: “loose burger”. They did not understand. If he had said: “cheese bhurgha” they would have gotten it. I told The Kid from Chicago to try the “special”. After three tries, I successfully explained what made it–hot dog, covered with ground beef, chili, mustard and onions–“special”. Meanwhile The Prince of Darkness was barking out more commands to Jane, her new husband Dick and the sisters.

Jane and the sisters were from Grosse Pointe. Dick didn’t talk much. He wanted to leave and go to American Coney Island next door. The two restaurants are buttressed against one another. American Coney Island tries to bite Lafayette’s fame, having moved into the adjacent building. The tourista get fooled. Dick must have come in the wrong door. Now it was too late.

I tried to pay the bill and leave, so they could have the table to themselves and Dick could relax. The Prince of Darkness wasn’t ready to leave.

Jane teaches kindergarten. She also happens to be a extremely beautiful at 5′ 8″ with raven hair and a wispy winona rider physique. As I suspected, Jane is very popular with her students. She had my attention, as soon as she made her entourage sit at our table.

Their food arrived. They had followed The Prince of Darkness’s commands and ordered 4 chili fries. Jane and the sisters ordered traditional coney islands. The Kid had a special and Dick had a loose burger.

We chatted some more, as they ate. As it turns out, Jane teaches at a school I used to visit in a former work life.

I paid the waiter; we said our goodnights and headed on home. The 30-minute repast with Jane and her crew had salvaged my evening.

I have been to several clubs in the Woodward corridor, like the one Dick and Jane had gone to that night. Me and The Prince of Darkness decided we would stick to the new clubs on Woodward and stay away from the south side of East Jefferson. No more “walking on the wild side” for J Paul.

Until the next time.

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§ 4 Responses to “The Midtown Report: Heightened Security Leads to Homoerotic Fondling/Rescue by Dick & Jane”

  • fred says:

    Sorry, the restaurant that John Belushi based the bit on was the Billy Goat Tavern on lower Wacker Drive in Chicago. Close to Second City & open all night (no liquor between 4 & 6 AM)

  • I appreciate the history lesson. I don’t know much about Chicago. I’ve only been there 5 or 6 times. I admittedly took editorial license regarding the origin. fyi: American Coney Island (the joint next to Lafayette Coney Island) has been featured on Detroit 187 a few times.

  • Adelaide says:

    I am moving to Detroit so I really appreciate your recommendations. I am looking for Midtown Detroit Apartments and came across your post.

  • Hi Adelaide. The apartments around Waynse State tend to be more expensive than places a little farther north. I lived on Lothrop Avenue for 10 years. It was very accessible to US 10, I-75. The DMC and Henry Ford Hospital was right across the street. As I mentioned in WAITING FOR TODD AND BUFFY there are no markets within 2 miles of West Grand Blvd/Lothrop. If you find something near Warren or Forest you’ll find markets east and west of Woodward. Welcome to the D. Good Luck!

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