Ah spring, one of my favorite times of year, summer being my favorite, of course. A time for rebirth and for new adventures. I decided to start this spring off with attending a drag show. I will, however, refrain from citing which drag show.

My expectations were low to begin with, thank god since even the lowest expectations could not prepare me for what was to come. The show started with a line up of drag queens, pretty much strutting through the bar and lip syncing (some good, most badly) to a song (the name of the song escapes me). I understand that drag performance is lip syncing. . and that's fine, but at least know the words! From there we got into the actual "numbers". Now, I have been to some pretty good drag shows in DC, and some great ones in Baltimore. I understand the hard work that goes into the numbers, the costumes, choreography and the like, and just wanted to say to some of these drag queens, "go see how it should be done!" Ok, some examples you say? Here you go. . . .

One of the numbers, Cher's Strong Enough, was done by a rather large drag queen (which is fine, really) dressed in a Madonna-esque wig and, I kid you not, a cow print, skin tight dress. Now, ok. . .I can understand wanting to do something interesting with you costume, but at least pick something that Cher would actually wear! I mean, if you are not going to do a Cher hairstyle, at least pick a dress that doesn't look like something off of a sofa in a rodeo bar! Next up, another large drag queen, who fancies herself Lypsinka, and tried to do a montage of Mommie Dearest moments stitched with music clips from Whitney Houston. I give you props for attempting, but make sure you know the words to your skit before attempting it.

Were they all bad? No, there were some good moments as well. One of the drag queens lipsanc (is that a word?) to a Mo'nique stand up routine that was hilarious. I probably won't be back for another show, but hey. . at least I tried something new right?

Yet another drunken blog. . . i love to blog when I drink apparently. Ok, here goes.

I had an awesome night at Freddies, the gang was there, I even got to meet one of my friend's parents. How fun is that!? I enjoyed hanging with everyone, and just had a good time. I even re-connected with someone I was attracted to, who is a flight attendent, and isn't in town very much. So, I hung with him, hung with my friends. . had a good time.
I realize that I am a sexual being, its really not something I have much control over, it just is. I seem to exude sex to people. I wish I could bottle it up, and save it for certain occasions but. . .I digress. So, I had a good time, hanging out with my friends. One friend in particular who, I must admit, I am quite smitten with, but who is not at a point that he can deal with someone's affections, so I stay a friend, and hope for a time when I can get through.
Ok, so, the flight attendent, yes. . .back to him, we flirt, chat and what not. And he decides he has to go, he grabs me and says, you coming? I have a fleeting moment of. . .oh, ok. . but decide, no, I need to go home, so I say, not tonight dude, I need to grab some sleep. So, he leaves and I hang with my friends, get my check, and say my good byes.
I walk outside, and who is standing out, in the rain, soaking wet, but mr. flight attendent. I'm like, what are you doing!? He says, waiting for you. I'm like, dude, you need to go home as do I. So, I share my umbrella with him, and walk him home. We get to his building and he puts his arm around me and says, come on in. I try to decline, and he says, dude, come on. . its cold and rainy, lets just hang out for a bit. Huh, why does that work on me?!
So, I go in. . .and he takes me to his room, for the night ,and starts to undress. Ok, I have had enough to drink that i go along with it. So, things progress, and suddenly he is like, I want you inside me. . .lubes himself, and me, and goes right into it. . .I'm like, umm. . .condom dude! So, he. . much preturbed. . is like, oh. . ok, let me see what I can find. . . and gets up and walks around the room, looking, meanwhile, I am doing my best to stay in the situation. . .he finally finds one and helps me out with it, it snaps (ok, I honestly think he did it on purpose but. . whatever) so, he looks for another and says, nah, can't find one. . . so, I'm like, well no then. So, he comes back and starts back up. He then tries to slip it in, and I am like, umm. . no condom, and I am NOT up for that tonight, so he goes to work on himself, and wham bam, is done. . then he is up and getting dressed, oh. . .um, ok. So, I do the same. And he walks me to the door and says, walk safe, then turns and makes a phone call.
Huh. That's all I can think, is huh. I know that I suck at the fact that I am easily persuaded in this respect. And that I more often than not disobey my brain, and do what I know is stupid and wrong. Its stupid, I know. And, I long for someone who just wants to exchange numbers and actually chat, go out to dinner, chat some more and acutally build something. Actually make the time to get to know me. Why is that so hard!?
It is what it is. I don't apologize for my actions, I have fun, however, that fun is tired. Its old news. I long for something more real, more respectible. How does one find that? Does one even look for that? I don't know. I can only assume that because of my inability to steer clear of the playa's, I am not in the same playing field as those that I so desperately long to meet.
It sucks to answer your own questions with the facts and STILL go against what you want for instant gratification, but alas, that seems to be my pattern of late.
Ugh, back to depressing posts. . sorry readers, I will have happier posts soon.

So, I went to see The Full Monty at Toby's Dinner theater in Baltimore today. I went with a group of friends who had done a production in Rockville, that I was, unfortunatley, not able to see. I like the show. The songs are catchy, the story is great. And, I must say, I was fortunate to see and old friend perform. Heather, a very old friend who I have much respect for, who I have missed greatly, was in the show. She ROCKED! I love the fact that I have such great luck with friends. My friends, those I share my life with, are so talented it is crazy. And, even though we haven't seen each other in years, and years, we literally picked up where we left off when last we saw each other. We haven't aged, she looks just as young and hot as the first time I saw her, and I feel like I am just as goofy and blonde as the last she saw me. It was an amazing feeling. Just to be able to reconnect with my past, a past that is so foreign to me now. A past where I honest thought I was straight, a past where I honestly thought that I could love, marry and settle down with a girl. Heather, this goes out to you. You are AWESOME, and I hope you keep in touch.

I would say, go see The Full Monty for her, she is incredible.!

So, as I mentioned before, I am doing a show that requires me to tap. . .woohoo! And, I had bought tap shoes for a production I did of Anything Goes a few years back, but never put the taps on. I'm such a big cheater that way, anyway, I took my shoes in to get the taps put on, and the guy doing intake just kept looking at me like I was crazy. I had to take everything out of all the boxes and show him what to do to put them on, and he kept asking if I wanted to make them not slippery. I'm like they are tap shoes! I just want the taps put on!

I'm so happy I have windows in my new office. It so nice to just stare out the window and watch the snow fall. Yeah, I know "shouldn't you be working!?" Well, maybe in a little while. . . . :-)

How about a happy blog?

So often I find myself drunk blogging about depressing stuff, and I said to myself, "you know what? Who wants to read about that!?" So, today is nothing but happy thoughts and butterflies. Ugh, ok not really but, I am having a good day thus far, and I know it will only get better. Only one meeting today, hooray! And dance rehearsal tonight, hooray! Life is rolling along like a freight train of late, could have something to do with my inability to slow down for a few minutes and relax. I am rehearsing my third show in a row. . yes, I am a glutton for punishment, but this one is a show I just couldn't miss. For one, my favorite production team is assembled for another show, almost all of my closest friends together again and tap dancing, yes you read correctly, I have to tap dance. LOL! That thought just keeps me in stitches.

As I am plowing through my mid thirties into my late thirties. . ugh again! I keep wondering how it is that I continue to hang out until late at night, get up ridiculously early, and still function. I guess i shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but I always thought there would come a time where I would suddenly need relaxation time. That I would require down time. Meh, someday the old ticker will be like, "ok dude, you can't keep hanging out at the bar and staying up until 2 in the morning playing video games on a week night" But until then, party on dude! :-)