So I am CLEARLY no good at keeping up with this blog. I try. I think about it all the time. I have ideas, I take pictures for the ideas, I tell my friends, “HEY, this would be SUCH a good idea!”
And then, nope. I sleep in. I go to lunch. I cook mac and cheese from the box for the third time in a week. I re-watch all the Project Freelancer seasons of Red Vs. Blue [spoiler.] There’s just always something right in front of my face that seems to take precedent.
So chronology is officially out the window as I’m just going to pick fun stories to recap for a while.
A few weeks ago, I went to a drag show! A handful of friends and I nabbed some Groupons to Hot Mess Drag Revue at XL Nightclub in Manhattan.
First off, you can tell a lot about a person by their reaction to the question, “Hey, wanna go to a drag show?”
For anyone who responds, “Uhm. No. That’s super weird, I don’t get it and frankly it makes me uncomfortable.”
…ya know, you’ve probably already been offended by something I’ve said in the past, so I really don’t need to be addressing you.
For my friends and I, our eyes lit up at the potential hysteria and chaos analogous with a drag show. All too excited, we got super cute one Friday evening and made our way to NYC.