My pal Camp came back into town this week and with his jam packed schedule, we only had one night to tear it up. The dilemma was that he and his wife (yes, I shoehorned that in) were going to a drag show. Not my ideal Saturday night, but I knew I could milk some comedy from that tit.
The show was at a gay bar (strange, I know). This not being my usual hangout, I noticed some funny differences. Instead of Miller Lite girls, they had Miller Lite guys. The consistent part, though, is that the guys had distributed little handouts like Miller Lite LGBT lip gloss and rainbow wristbands. LGBT lip gloss seems like pandering since last I checked, lip gloss works with equal effectiveness on gay and straight people and I already had tons of rainbow Miller Lite wristbands, so I didn’t bring home any trinkets.
Two men were applying makeup with their backs to room and the stage was adorned with wigs and women’s clothes – loud, abrasive colors and a lot of sequins. I pulled the classic straight guy in a gay bar move of trying to put off as straight a vibe as possible. Then I looked around and realized if any guys hit on me, they have the worst gaydar ever and I wouldn’t turn down a free drink.
Then the show started…(tune in tomorrow for the exciting conclusion!)