It's Christmas Eve at the Blue Jay, a Greenwich Village gay bar, a place where patrons believe they can feel free to be themselves as opposed to the straight charade many portray in their outside lives. To be more accurate, they can portray what they truly want to portray, talk to others in as open an manner as they want about their struggles in being gay, and can strive toward, or at least fantasize openly about, their dreams. As stated by Sadie Holzer, the bar's cook who just returned to work after a medical issue, those at the Blue Jay are like one big family of one's own choosing. She is only partially correct: they have all chosen the Blue Jay as their home, but there are some family members who some wish would just go away. One of those is Lita Joyce, who is outwardly a fag hag, but is really just a ball-buster who wants to prove to herself that she has what attracting the opposite sex takes. She brought Scott, a pilot, into the bar one evening, and Scott immediately fell for regular Terry, a graphic artist, and Lita seems determined to destroy their happiness. Another is Jim Paine, whom middle-aged Marvin Hocker tries unsuccessfully to pass off as his nephew; the two are planning to travel to Rome for the holidays, with everyone knowing Jim is a gay-for-pay hustler and Marvin his latest sugar daddy. As many men hope that tonight will be a special night in achieving their dreams--or at least one dream within many--they must face the reality that there will be an end to the evening and an outside world to which they will return.
Some of My Best Friends Are...
A dramatic expose of the lives of a group of gays who meet in a New York City bar on Christmas Eve.
