We spent the early afternoon laying by the pool at The Boatslip, chatting with boys, tea-dance from 4-7, and dining al fresco. On the way to the tea-dance, I saw my fun and crazy taxi again, the "Funkmobile" drive by but this time I noticed the driver was in drag. He pulled into the gas station and I ran like a motherfucker to catch him so I could take a picture. Isn't this awesome! It was 5pm and he was just driving around town like this. Love him. I'm totally calling for him to bring me to the airport at the end of the week.
The host of the restaurant where we had dinner (pictured below) was just a big queen who was sitting behind the hostess station on one of those Larks, the motorized chairs. And he was sasssssssy. One patron said, abruptly, "So how will I know when my table is ready?" To which, the host replied in his snottiest tone "You know how you'll know? You'll hear me say 'You're table is ready.'" I loved it so much, had to snap a shot...of him shooting a snap!
After dinner we went to see a local favorite drag show/talent show called 'Showgirls". The place was packed. We got there early (as warned...thanks Noel Bear) and got amazing seats. The show was a mix of local performers giving you a bit of their shtick to promote their shows elsewhere. This one drag queen, Dina Martina, was FUCKING hilarious. She wears a tight, polyester outfit to underline her huge vagine... it's a camel toe AND a moose knuckle all in one. Is this brilliant, or WHAT?
The hostess of the show, another drag queen named Miss Richfield 1981, rides around on a scooter on stage and after the show, she was tooling around town on her scooter. I was able to get her to pose for me. She was hilare-mare too.
The talent show started off with this tragic mess below, singing "The Girl from Ipanema" (horribly I might add). I caught this pic of "her" out on the street after the show. Really? Really. Do you own a mirror? Really.
And then - oh my god - one of our landlords decided to participate in the talent show. We were standing out front encouraging him to do it. And then... oh no... Choo Choo... train derailed. He did this horrible striptease bit where he just stomped around the stage, ripping bits of clothes off until he was naked holding his speedo in front of his crotch. I had to turn my head cuz it was so bad, and i felt so bad for him, I just couldn't watch. Of course, this morning I'm the first one up, taking the garbage out and who do I run into out back... I didn't know what to say. So I didn't. Then he said "So, did you have fun last night?" And I said, "Yes. You looked like you did too" and then I scurried back into the house. My momma said if I can't say anything nice, then just say it behind their back ;-)
Doing what is expected of gay lemmings in Ptown, we all ended up at the pizza place everyone goes after the bars close. Here's a picture of what the largest sidewalk sale looks like, every night from 1-3am in front of Spiritus Pizza.
2 comments:
You look great in orange!
Me me me having fun me. That looks like serious fun. I can't believe you didn't pose with your face near 'her' camel toe lol... Objectum Cameltum Sexual
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