The Roxy apparently closed this weekend.

I went there only once, in 1999, shortly after I moved back up north from Virginia. I went with some people I’d met on the Internet. It was okay. The thing is, I can’t really dance. Not Elaine Benes awful, but not great. I’m very self-conscious when I dance, because I never know if I’m doing it right.

Anyway, from the article:

Mr. Blair, who had owned gay health clubs, explained the coding system that he and his business partners devised for the Roxy’s loyalty cards and mailing lists. “We rated everybody on a scale from 1 to 4 based on how they looked,” he said. They kept the rankings in a database, so that for certain events they could direct their invitations to a specific mix of loyal customers and trophy guests.

“We gave out very few 1s — that’s the worst-looking, or for straight people,” he said. “Then, most people got 2s; if they’re pretty, they got a 3. Four is for people we have to let in free — either they’re really hot or they’re a friend of mine or somehow important in the club community.”

Excuse me while I throw up.