The Playland closed a couple of years ago (sniff), but before it did it was the oldest continually operating gay (and a little bit more)bar in Boston, having opened, I belive, in 1938. The building is still there as it is a historical site. Ask anyone who has ever been there and they'll probably groan, but smile at the same time. Everyone has a playland story.(and everyone knew- arrive in a cab/leave in a cab) A true dive. X-mas lights 365; cheap drinks/smoky air; regulars, bartenders, and a waitress, who all looked ten minutes late for their dirt nap; a jukebox playing only suicidal/songs/by/dead/divas (Judy Garland, Patsy Cline...); drag queens bursting out of the bathroom screaming "That mothahfuckah stole my fuckin' cocaine"; and best of all, a sign over the bar that read: BANKS DON'T SERVE LIQUOR; WE DON'T LEND OUT MONEY -- Charlie
