Eugene Snowden
Orlando Magazine|November 2016

I Let Other People Take the Wheel, but I’m Always Doing the Driving— Snowden.

Michael Mcleod
Eugene Snowden

Wander unawares into Lil Indies cocktail bar on a Wednesday night around 10:30 or so and you may have a hard time figuring out where the floor show stops and the life of the party begins. Or maybe everybody’s just humoring that loudmouth in the corner until the bouncer gets back from his break.

He’s holding up a glass of scotch, saying something about getting his “herb to alcohol ratio” just right, treating every other person who walks into the bar like a close relation or a long-lost heartthrob. Now he’s dancing with one of the women. Now he’s dancing with one of the men. Now he’s rearing up and affecting a dignified air long enough to announce: “Ladies and gentlemen, I forgot to tell you. In five minutes, we’ll be having the pants-off dance-off!”

This story is from the November 2016 edition of Orlando Magazine.

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