This is a crosspost from ...was i there?
I adore this song. So appropriate for this time of year and junk...
This is a crosspost from ...was i there?
What a night! Can I just tell you first, that alcohol is a very dangerous drug? Especially when combined with glitter, hair, and heels...
I was logged into Facebook the other day and saw that Vuboq was a-coming-to-town. Like Santa. Kinda. Only this was for work and not like gift giving and reindeer. Now we've only chatted a bit here and there on the Social Networks, mostly the Twitter. But hey, I read his blog pretty regularly, and I am like the San Diego welcome wagon, so I sent him a message inviting him to our Holiday Shindig. Sadly, after much traveling that day he cancelled. But being the persistent one, I mentioned we should at least do drinks while he was in town.
Because, to be perfectly honest, most of my friends are FROM the internet. And also, I figured he'd cancel again. Just cause, you know, we hadn't chatted that often before. But the next day we had a date, time, and place all figured out. Yay! Being that it was going to be a Wednesday I naturally chose Dreamgirls over at the Urban Mo's. A guaranteed good time. As it turned out I was right!
So Vuboq (can I say his name? Not sure since he doesn't use it..) is amazing. He's fun, frisky, and adorable all at once. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him, and it was that weird "like we've known each other forever" vibe. I am so, so, soo glad we met!!! (In fact I wish he lived here... So we could hang out and laugh a lot and have Martini Time). Plus, he brought the fantastic Miss Michelle M. She's not a tweet or a blog, so like... no link. But she is FUN! Also a local gal so we hope to see her again.
It turned out that the drag show was the most perfect venue.. We had the most amazing time talking, watching the scandalous performances of the Dreamgirl's Beauties, and enjoying boozy beverages. Ice broken, we ended up on the heated patio and just talked, laughed, and harassed the "girl's". Well, not harassed so much as meet and greeted... and photographed! Yay! So here's a few photos:
His parents say the boy plans to eventually cut his hair and donate it to a charity that makes wigs for cancer patients. And they are not happy with the district's rules.
This is a crosspost from ...was i there?
So I decided this year I'd do the Wreath Auction at Martini's Above Fourth as damage control. You see, last year Richard went solo, with friends, and actually bought a wreath. For a lot of money. Like a lot. The wreath, while pretty, matches NONE of our existing holiday decor. It was very expensive. OMG I HATE IT!!!
So, anyhoo. This year we went together. It was fun. There were the muscle boys in sleep bottoms, sans shirts, AKA Wreath Models. The wreaths were.. interesting. There was lots of booze. But I gotta say, after hearing about last year, I was disappointed. First and for-most, the wreath models were being abused by this snatch-y queen in an untucked dress shirt and tie. Gross. She was also abusive to the guests. Secondly the wreaths, while impressive, were nothing like the one Richard bought last year that I love to hate. In fact there was only one that compared, and the price immediately soared out of reach, yet 90 percent of them went for chump change!
I was amazed tho, as to the holiday spirit we encountered. There was a man sitting close-by. He was bidding on everything. He had already won a lot of wreaths. He gave our friend 100 dollars to put towards her wreaths if she won any. She didn't, but the thought behind it meant a lot. Richard bought him a drink or two.
Later we were famished and ditched the auction and went to Urban Mo's for real food. It was too much fun and after too many drinks, a 7 ft. tall drag queen, and meeting some gay neighbors from a block away, we called it a night. Good night moon!
Thanks to Toweroad.com for the story
yes that is a LEG LAMP UP IN THE WINDOW
