after being forcefully relocated to my parents house in the nopho/sco area, i needed a safe place to comfortably grab a bevy every now and again.
enter: rainbow cactus.
call me a tranny chaser, but i freaking love this bar, and the diverse crowd inside. it's divey and dumpy yes, but no different then most gay bars in phoenix. although my margarita i ordered lacked a rim job, there were plenty of people lingering around the pool table who would have given it to me instead.
and the best part? an actual RAINBOW CACTUS inside, which i plugged into the wall before i peaced out for crusin' 7th.