You would think that the nights of a drag show are the most fun for me. While I enjoy them, this is mostly false. The drag nights that are the most fun, are the impromptu, "I just wanna be pretty" nights. Friday night, was one such night.
The reason I enjoy these nights, more than drag shows, is because there's a lot less stress involved. Every show night, there's the "Which outfits/wigs/accessories do I need to bring? Does my makeup look amazing? Am I drop dead gorgeous?" The stress leads to snappiness, and a general time where I avoid saying/doing anything, and making myself scarce. If there's one thing that I've learned, in the past year, it's that you on't argue with a queen. It's not in your best interest.
On, "I just wanna be pretty nights," all of that stress is gone. The hardest decisions are still, what outfit and hair am I going to wear? But, there's not the same sense of urgency, to painting, and getting dressed up to go out.
Anyway, partway through the day, we decided that we were going to go out. And, then we were contacted by Andy, our new friend, who I talked about last time. It was his partner's birthday on Friday. So, the night on the town, was going to turn into a birthday party! What fun.
I'd deposited my check earlier in the day, so I figured that it was going to be all set. When the girls started painting, I'd go out, and pick up a cake, and get a little extra money for drinks, and, everything would be all set. I picked up the cake, and a couple of other things, and headed to the checkout. The lines were full of people with carts full of crap. And, here I am, with 3 things. And, I hate lines. I hate shopping, in general, unless I can get in and out in less than 10 minutes. Finally, the lady in front of me gets up to the conveyor belt, and then says, "You go ahead of me." Shocked? Yes. People don't do that anymore. I thanked her profusely, and then went to pay for my purchases. I ran my card, and asked for cash back. And, it declined. And, I started to freak out a little. I ran it again, without the cash back, and it went through. Weird, but okay. At least I could leave now. I thanked the lady again, and wished her a good evening.
I finally, decide, before I go home, I'm going to check the ATM, and see what's going on with my deposit? And, it's not there. I can't find anywhere that I actually deposited money into my account, despite the fact that I have a receipt from the teller saying that I did. And, so I start panicking. What the hell happened to the money?
I got home, and at this point, I'm freaking out. And, I kinda exploded. I was ready to murder the teller, for stealing my money, and the person who tried cutting me off on the way home. And, I just can't think at this point. Dan tells me, call the bank. Nothing's going to get taken care of if you're just yelling about it. Half an hour later, I'm actually talking to someone from the bank, who says, "Yes, the money was deposited into your account, the system just hasn't updated yet. It'll be there at midnight." And, I'm just all like, I don't even get it, because I've never had NONE of my check available use immediately.
Anyway, Shaunna Rai finally was ready, with her new hair, that she had literally only had for hours, before wearing it. And, we were on our way to Blackstones to meet Andy and Tommy. Before they arrived, I talked to JR, about hiding the cake, and getting utensils, and paper plates...because it never crossed my mind to pick them up while I was out...not that I would have been able to afford them anyway. The boys showed up, and we chatted for a while, and then it was time to bring out the cake.
I went and got the cake, and brought it out with candles lit, and people started singing. I remembered from my birthday, when I walked in, and everyone sang to me. And, as I'm walking, I hear the people who know them, say, "Happy Birthday, dear Tommy," and this one guy, on the other side of me, singing, "Happy Birthday, Dear Gay Guy." And, at that point, I realized that I'd had enough to drink to actually relax...which is something difficult enough for me to do. I just let loose after that. I felt bad, because I bought a cake that I knew I wouldn't be able to eat, because of my gluten thing...but I knew that it would be bad if I had cake, period.
The night seemed to fly by. The girls were doing their usual mingling. And, I was chatting with people. I was hit with "So, you really thought that we were ax murderers?" Because of my last blog. Truth is, I think everyone's an ax murderer, until they prove to me otherwise. But, that's neither here nor there. I learned about the heirarchy of Bitch, and the way to use it... "You aren't a bitch just because you can be. You're a bitch, because they deserve it. And, you don't try to out-bitch those who have paved the way for you to dress in drag, because you will be taken down." (I'm paraphrasing, but you get the picture.)
At some point, I had had a bit more to drink than I should have, and became a nuisance. Our local "Tina Turner" Thomas, went into his dance, when Proud Mary came on. And, I had had just enough to drink, to think that he just wanted to dance. And, I just wanted to dance. And, yeah... it wasn't pretty. Or so, I hear.
At the end of the night, we went to Denny's with the birthday boy, and his other half. I don't remember much from that point. I remember eating, and drinking my coke. At some point, the girls took pictures with someone at Denny's. I think they said the winner of the 80's night at Bubba's. And, some girl said later to Shaunna Rai, that she liked her hair, and asked if she could touch it, and Shaunna Rai ripped the wig off, and held it out to her. Most of this, I heard about yesterday, because I didn't remember it.
I knew that I'd had too much of a good time, when I woke up yesterday though. The first words out of my mouth, were, "I have a head...and it hurts." But, it was totally worth it. The boys had fun. The girls had fun, and most of all, I had fun.
The reason I enjoy these nights, more than drag shows, is because there's a lot less stress involved. Every show night, there's the "Which outfits/wigs/accessories do I need to bring? Does my makeup look amazing? Am I drop dead gorgeous?" The stress leads to snappiness, and a general time where I avoid saying/doing anything, and making myself scarce. If there's one thing that I've learned, in the past year, it's that you on't argue with a queen. It's not in your best interest.
On, "I just wanna be pretty nights," all of that stress is gone. The hardest decisions are still, what outfit and hair am I going to wear? But, there's not the same sense of urgency, to painting, and getting dressed up to go out.
Anyway, partway through the day, we decided that we were going to go out. And, then we were contacted by Andy, our new friend, who I talked about last time. It was his partner's birthday on Friday. So, the night on the town, was going to turn into a birthday party! What fun.
I'd deposited my check earlier in the day, so I figured that it was going to be all set. When the girls started painting, I'd go out, and pick up a cake, and get a little extra money for drinks, and, everything would be all set. I picked up the cake, and a couple of other things, and headed to the checkout. The lines were full of people with carts full of crap. And, here I am, with 3 things. And, I hate lines. I hate shopping, in general, unless I can get in and out in less than 10 minutes. Finally, the lady in front of me gets up to the conveyor belt, and then says, "You go ahead of me." Shocked? Yes. People don't do that anymore. I thanked her profusely, and then went to pay for my purchases. I ran my card, and asked for cash back. And, it declined. And, I started to freak out a little. I ran it again, without the cash back, and it went through. Weird, but okay. At least I could leave now. I thanked the lady again, and wished her a good evening.
I finally, decide, before I go home, I'm going to check the ATM, and see what's going on with my deposit? And, it's not there. I can't find anywhere that I actually deposited money into my account, despite the fact that I have a receipt from the teller saying that I did. And, so I start panicking. What the hell happened to the money?
I got home, and at this point, I'm freaking out. And, I kinda exploded. I was ready to murder the teller, for stealing my money, and the person who tried cutting me off on the way home. And, I just can't think at this point. Dan tells me, call the bank. Nothing's going to get taken care of if you're just yelling about it. Half an hour later, I'm actually talking to someone from the bank, who says, "Yes, the money was deposited into your account, the system just hasn't updated yet. It'll be there at midnight." And, I'm just all like, I don't even get it, because I've never had NONE of my check available use immediately.
Anyway, Shaunna Rai finally was ready, with her new hair, that she had literally only had for hours, before wearing it. And, we were on our way to Blackstones to meet Andy and Tommy. Before they arrived, I talked to JR, about hiding the cake, and getting utensils, and paper plates...because it never crossed my mind to pick them up while I was out...not that I would have been able to afford them anyway. The boys showed up, and we chatted for a while, and then it was time to bring out the cake.
I went and got the cake, and brought it out with candles lit, and people started singing. I remembered from my birthday, when I walked in, and everyone sang to me. And, as I'm walking, I hear the people who know them, say, "Happy Birthday, dear Tommy," and this one guy, on the other side of me, singing, "Happy Birthday, Dear Gay Guy." And, at that point, I realized that I'd had enough to drink to actually relax...which is something difficult enough for me to do. I just let loose after that. I felt bad, because I bought a cake that I knew I wouldn't be able to eat, because of my gluten thing...but I knew that it would be bad if I had cake, period.
The night seemed to fly by. The girls were doing their usual mingling. And, I was chatting with people. I was hit with "So, you really thought that we were ax murderers?" Because of my last blog. Truth is, I think everyone's an ax murderer, until they prove to me otherwise. But, that's neither here nor there. I learned about the heirarchy of Bitch, and the way to use it... "You aren't a bitch just because you can be. You're a bitch, because they deserve it. And, you don't try to out-bitch those who have paved the way for you to dress in drag, because you will be taken down." (I'm paraphrasing, but you get the picture.)
At some point, I had had a bit more to drink than I should have, and became a nuisance. Our local "Tina Turner" Thomas, went into his dance, when Proud Mary came on. And, I had had just enough to drink, to think that he just wanted to dance. And, I just wanted to dance. And, yeah... it wasn't pretty. Or so, I hear.
At the end of the night, we went to Denny's with the birthday boy, and his other half. I don't remember much from that point. I remember eating, and drinking my coke. At some point, the girls took pictures with someone at Denny's. I think they said the winner of the 80's night at Bubba's. And, some girl said later to Shaunna Rai, that she liked her hair, and asked if she could touch it, and Shaunna Rai ripped the wig off, and held it out to her. Most of this, I heard about yesterday, because I didn't remember it.
I knew that I'd had too much of a good time, when I woke up yesterday though. The first words out of my mouth, were, "I have a head...and it hurts." But, it was totally worth it. The boys had fun. The girls had fun, and most of all, I had fun.
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