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As I exit my automobile, I notice the outside of the bar is not attracting much attention. The letters “HAUS” be upright above the front entrance, and subtle streaks of neon blue and purple flash through the front windows. When I saunter up to the front door, I can finally see that the block is much bigger than it appears from the outside, stretching deep into the building. There’s relaxed but worn leather furniture to the right of the front door. Behind the furniture, there’s a raised platform with a couple more leather couches and a projector screen. To the left, a couple bartenders work to serve the handful of patrons already crowding the long bar at PM.

The attractive man taking cover charges is brusque, motioning for me to posthaste pull down my mask and hand over the $10 cover. He places a neon yellow wristband on me, hands over my change, and already begins looking to the few people in line behind me. I step over to the worn black couches in the waiting area to remain for my friends to join me for tonight’s drag show, “Purple Reign,” a tribute to Prince.

Before attending this show,