Coming off a crazy week of driving for shows, I was actually really excited to go to Club Cafe, for Shaunna Rai and Vanila Honey-Bush's face-off as P!nk and Kelly Clarkson. That, is, until the Monday before the show... The Boston Marathon Bombing.
I was at work when the special report came on, cutting off whatever was on. And, I ended up being glued to the tv for the rest of the night. Mostly, because I was trying to figure out how close the bombing was to where the girls were going to be performing. Being the geek that I am, or the Google King, as Dan likes to call me, I Googled it. Club Cafe was a matter of blocks away from the bombing. SO, I spent the rest of the week, watching every report I could, about the bombing, and the bomber(s). And, stressed.
Finally, the time was here, to actually go to Boston. Well, to Lewiston, first, to pick up Miss E'on, and then to Boston. As there was a car full, the Dragging up, happened before we went to Boston. Instead of packing suitcase upon suitcase, which is the usual for going to a show, the only things we had to pack, were boy clothes, for "the girls".
I had agreed to drive to just outside Boston, but not in Boston. Because, I don't drive in Boston. Like, ever. So, Shaunna Rai set the GPS to get us there. I don't remember a lot of the conversations, on the way down, other than a couple of things that I said, that amused me. At one point, I was trying to figure out how I was supposed to go 57 cell phone towers, because I didn't get that the m was above the i for miles...and then, when we were coming into town, I said to Dan, "You tricked me! You didn't tell the GPS lady that I wasn't driving in the city." And, that, is how I came to drive in Boston, for the first time.
Anywho, on the way to Boston, they got the music to do their lip-synch to. It was a nice 6-7 minute mix that went back and forth between Pink and Kelly.
We got to Boston early, and the girls mingled a little bit. And, I just kind of waited. When they finally opened the doors to let us get in to where the show was going to be, I was ready to find a corner and sit. I was still a little stressed that I ended up driving in Boston. I asked the DJ and the host of the show if it was okay to take pictures, because I didn't want to get kicked out for doing something wrong. It was fine. The host, was Chris Knievel, a girl that I had met once before. The first time I met her, she had just found out that I hadn't been to many drag shows, and she gave me a lap dance, to a song, I think, about having a big schlong...
So, Chris does her number, and then brings my girls out. (Yes, I may feel a little possessive of them, since I spend most of my spare time with them.) The song starts, and they start playing off each other. And, they start bringing their acrobatics into play. After all, the winner of the contest is chosen by the audience. Vanila brings out a back handspring, and all of a sudden, she's down. And, I'm like, "Oh god, what just happened?" even though I watched what had happened. The floor was slippery, and the recovery just didn't quite happen. Instead of landing on her feet, she landed on her back. The only way that we knew that she was okay, was that, while she was catching her breath, she was dancing on her back, with her arms in the air. Shaunna Rai did a split-ish. She has a fishnet scar on her knee now. And Vanila decided to do a split as well. None of which went as it was supposed to. (I'm thinking that the Boston performers must do less acrobatics?) Finally, it's time to pick a winner.
Vanila won the money, and Shaunna got a nice booze basket.
After all was said and done, Dan told me that we were staying put for a little while. I wasn't sure what was going on, other than it was strongly suggested that we stay put.
It wasn't until later, that I found out that things were getting blown up, and people were being shot, and, just maybe, one of the bombers was killed...or that, a few hours after we got out of the city, on our way home, that they had the entire city of Boston on lockdown, hunting for the bomber(s).
And, of course, on the way out of the city, we drove by "ground zero" of the bombing. It freaked me out, a bit, because A) this was so close to where they were performing, and B) it reminded me that three people died there, and a whole lot more ended up going to the hospital...some with limbs that had been amputated by the blast...
Needless to say, I was never so glad to get home.
I was at work when the special report came on, cutting off whatever was on. And, I ended up being glued to the tv for the rest of the night. Mostly, because I was trying to figure out how close the bombing was to where the girls were going to be performing. Being the geek that I am, or the Google King, as Dan likes to call me, I Googled it. Club Cafe was a matter of blocks away from the bombing. SO, I spent the rest of the week, watching every report I could, about the bombing, and the bomber(s). And, stressed.
Finally, the time was here, to actually go to Boston. Well, to Lewiston, first, to pick up Miss E'on, and then to Boston. As there was a car full, the Dragging up, happened before we went to Boston. Instead of packing suitcase upon suitcase, which is the usual for going to a show, the only things we had to pack, were boy clothes, for "the girls".
I had agreed to drive to just outside Boston, but not in Boston. Because, I don't drive in Boston. Like, ever. So, Shaunna Rai set the GPS to get us there. I don't remember a lot of the conversations, on the way down, other than a couple of things that I said, that amused me. At one point, I was trying to figure out how I was supposed to go 57 cell phone towers, because I didn't get that the m was above the i for miles...and then, when we were coming into town, I said to Dan, "You tricked me! You didn't tell the GPS lady that I wasn't driving in the city." And, that, is how I came to drive in Boston, for the first time.
Anywho, on the way to Boston, they got the music to do their lip-synch to. It was a nice 6-7 minute mix that went back and forth between Pink and Kelly.
We got to Boston early, and the girls mingled a little bit. And, I just kind of waited. When they finally opened the doors to let us get in to where the show was going to be, I was ready to find a corner and sit. I was still a little stressed that I ended up driving in Boston. I asked the DJ and the host of the show if it was okay to take pictures, because I didn't want to get kicked out for doing something wrong. It was fine. The host, was Chris Knievel, a girl that I had met once before. The first time I met her, she had just found out that I hadn't been to many drag shows, and she gave me a lap dance, to a song, I think, about having a big schlong...
So, Chris does her number, and then brings my girls out. (Yes, I may feel a little possessive of them, since I spend most of my spare time with them.) The song starts, and they start playing off each other. And, they start bringing their acrobatics into play. After all, the winner of the contest is chosen by the audience. Vanila brings out a back handspring, and all of a sudden, she's down. And, I'm like, "Oh god, what just happened?" even though I watched what had happened. The floor was slippery, and the recovery just didn't quite happen. Instead of landing on her feet, she landed on her back. The only way that we knew that she was okay, was that, while she was catching her breath, she was dancing on her back, with her arms in the air. Shaunna Rai did a split-ish. She has a fishnet scar on her knee now. And Vanila decided to do a split as well. None of which went as it was supposed to. (I'm thinking that the Boston performers must do less acrobatics?) Finally, it's time to pick a winner.
Vanila won the money, and Shaunna got a nice booze basket.
After all was said and done, Dan told me that we were staying put for a little while. I wasn't sure what was going on, other than it was strongly suggested that we stay put.
It wasn't until later, that I found out that things were getting blown up, and people were being shot, and, just maybe, one of the bombers was killed...or that, a few hours after we got out of the city, on our way home, that they had the entire city of Boston on lockdown, hunting for the bomber(s).
And, of course, on the way out of the city, we drove by "ground zero" of the bombing. It freaked me out, a bit, because A) this was so close to where they were performing, and B) it reminded me that three people died there, and a whole lot more ended up going to the hospital...some with limbs that had been amputated by the blast...
Needless to say, I was never so glad to get home.
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