Having only made it to Saturday afternoon with no end in sight, I decided to split this into a part 2. Here is part 1. I'm also considering doing pictorial, since I was able to break in the new camera this weekend. I still need to mess with the settings on it though.
Anyway, after getting home from the gym on Saturday, I was in pretty good spirits and wanting to go out. Blanche wasn't totally down for it, but he had spent most of the day tending to the Bag Ladies who were getting their pictures taken for a charity calendar. Romeo had been talked into putting on drag to help promote the Bag Ladies' "Country & Gospel Brunch," which took place on Sunday. They wanted someone in full Bag Lady regalia going out and handing out palm cards. Since Romeo was not participating in the actual show and because he's putting himself into contention for Bag Lady Queen, he decided to do the promotional work. The thing is, he wasn't supposed to be the only one, but since the rest of the Ladies had been in drag all day and were over it, they ended up punking him. He looked great, and he certainly got some brownie points for being up to the challenge.
We started out at Olly's for cheap drinks, and after Maestro caught up with us, he and I headed over to Greg's, while Romeo and the Ladies went over to the Varsity and Cosmos. Greg's is usually pretty dead on Saturday night, but they were having a benefit for the Damien Center's Food Pantry (The Damien Center is the local HIV/AIDS service provider). This in conjunction with a program called "Dance On" and a porn star/stripper lead there to be quite a big crowd at Greg's, which made for a great night, which could be great to blog about if I could remember most of it. I do remember being pretty cheerful and social, which is typically not me, but hey, maybe I'm finally breaking out of my shell. Romeo ended up sleeping on my couch on Saturday night, and we both woke up still inebriated!
The unfortunate thing about all this is that the "Country & Gospel Brunch" started at noon. So, we were essentially taking a couple hours off just to start back up again. As you can imagine, a Gospel Brunch being held by men in dresses is about as blasphemous as they come. When the old queen came out to perform "The Old Rugged Cross" WITH a giant cross, I really felt like we were going to hear some thunder really soon, and I am not a religious person in the least. With that being said, most of them were screamingly funny, and while there was a misjudgment on how much food would be available because I don't think anyone realize how popular this even was going to be it was pretty much a great (albeit extremely long) time. I do not know if Talbott Street has a different kind of well rum, but man, I seemed to drink all day without really feeling drunk. Though maybe that had more to do with how active I was, since we were up in the balcony, and I had to keep running downstairs to tip. I was wearing my favorite tshirt which says "WWJD for a Klondike Bar," which I thought was eternally appropriate for a Gospel Brunch.
After things started winding down, I heard about a garden party that was going to take place afterwards at one of the large houses of a gay VIP and his partner. Since "everyone" was invited, we decided to make an appearance to continue our streak of the Mean Girls participating more in social events. Plus, it turns out it was an event for Hillary, too! In fact it was "Cornhole for Hillary," which just conjures up images that a bit titillating, but really not all that bad. For those who don't know what the game of Cornhole is, well, I don't know anything about it historically (and this is long enough without me looking on Wikipedia), but it is basically a bean bag toss type game into a board with a hole.
Anyway, we continued to drink there, and we reveled in our new found B-list gay status. We're social climbers, ma! It was a lot of fun, and frankly, it is nice to get to know a lot of these people. As I am people have formed opinions of me without knowing me, when you make an opinion of someone from afar, it is generally pretty far from the truth, and for whatever reason, I had created negative opinions for a lot of them. Even in a drunken haze, which I think is generally as good of a truth serum as you can get, you really get to know these people as more of a 2D image, and I have to say I genuinely like quite a few of them. I really do not have a carnal hunger for being social, because I am pretty insular if given to my own devices. However, I also have a hunger to make a difference in something, and the thing is, you need to surround yourself with people who can help you reach those goals. We kept joking that the Mean Girls could be the title sponsor of Pride next year, and while it is pretty funny to think, you can bet we are going to be even more involved next year (god help my liver!).
After the party wound down, Romeo and I met up with Mom at Olly's for some dinner and a few more drinks. We hung around there for a while, met up with Jack, and then we ended up meeting Maestro at Greg's, to pretty much end the night where it began 24 hours ago. I eventually reached saturation point, and I just needed to go home.
I am happy to say I am fully sober now, but I also need to say that I'll be leaving work here soon to hit the gym and then meet up with Blanche (who will be in Jackie O drag) to go to Spotlight: Indiana, which is an event when a lot of performing arts organizations come together to do series of pieces for charity. I went ahead and bought the expensive ticket, which will let me into the VIP tent with an open bar! Woo Hoo!
My poor liver!
(Photo Essay Coming Soon)
2 comments:
I wouldn't worry about getting struck by lightning. However, if I were you I might be a bit more concerned about an earthquake and getting falling into the earth when it opens up.
BTW...even though there is no Olly, has Olly's given you a special booth or a bar stool with a brass plaque that bears your name? It seems to me that you have earned A-List status at Olly's.
Funny! I told my friends that we DO need a plaque at Olly's. :)
The other thing is as soon as I hit "post" on the entry with the pictures, there was a power surge at work that made my computer restart. Might be a sign!
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