“As promised (although somewhat delayed), here is the true story of how Dave and Mike became the stars of Stonewall for a night.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was flirting with me. This was a rare occurrence, so when she invited me to her birthday party at the Stonewall Inn, I of course said yes. Well, after Jessie and my boss told me to say yes. The appointed date arrived and the 3 of us set out after work to join the festivities already in progress. We walked through the door and as we started upstairs to the party, who should we see but the birthday girl. And her girlfriend.
Obviously this night was not going to go the way I’d hoped.
But, we were already there and there was no way to make a graceful exit so soon. In an effort to salvage the night, we racked our brains trying to think of who we could get to come out with us. The rest of the platoon had undoubtedly gone home already, but almost immediately two names sprang to mind: Hofer and Sarro. Regardless of the fact that it was after midnight, and they weren’t even working that day, there was no question in any of our minds that they would be together and they would come out with us. Sure enough, when Jessie sent her text, it was met with a yes and a request for an address.
Shortly thereafter, Dave and Mike fought their way through the crowd and found us. The first question they asked was: “So, what kind of place is this?” Upon learning that it was a gay bar, they shrugged and ordered a drink.
They then commenced to dance with each other and every girl around them.
At one point, there was a girl standing behind Dave. He and Mike would stroke her hair, and when she turned around, they would give her the best innocent look they could muster. Finally, the girl’s girlfriend caught them. I cringed inside, afraid that she was going to try to start a fight, but the boys turned on the charm and soon enough they were all best friends. Unfortunately, someone who shall remain nameless spilled (deliberately poured) a drink on someone else, so she departed in haste, but the rest of us stayed until the wee hours, having a grand old time. The next day, we were all the worse for wear but those of us who were there will still swear that it was one of the legendary nights out “when four-bys were fun.”
I wish I had a picture of that night with Dave and Mike in it, but I can’t find one. Maybe it’s for the best that there’s no evidence of the shenanigans.”
~ Kerry, NYPD