I Still Don't Know What the Password Is

The other night I met someone at a bar. They suggested the place. I showed up and a valet guy took my car. On the sidewalk, just outside the front door, was an old man in a half bellhop, half tuxedo looking outfit. 

There was a gay couple in front of me talking to this Tuxedo Man. He asked the gay couple if they had a reservation, they said yes. He found their name. Then he asked them for the password. They said something that I couldn't hear, and they were led into the place.

I stepped up to the Tuxedo Man.

TUXEDO MAN: Do you have a reservation?

ME: No.

TUXEDO MAN: Okay. What's the password?

ME: Don't know.

TUXEDO MAN: Right this way!

And he led me in to a half-filled bar.