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for a short bit of time, for about five hours i was in heaven. ok, i have to do this fast because i'm not on my computer, and then have to like clear history because it figures the two boards i read i'd be like drawn and quartered for if the parental found out.
i have a huge, mysterious scrape on my right elbow. it's skinned and it's a mystery and it hurts a LOT. my whole body is KILLING me for all the dancing i did. i was still sweaty a half hour after i got home this morning.
most of the queens were kind of eh, but then this one from TURKEY came out and she danced/sang a medley for her first piece, and iiiiii couldn't stop staring (and wishing i was a boy harder than usual).
these two women sitting at our table were MARRIED and not only that, but they also got married in MUSKEGON by a catholic priest who is very very liberal and apparently said to just not say his name. they were married last summer and were very ... very .... scarily reminiscent of mel and lins.  except shorter hair. i made them tell me just how they pulled this off in muskegon, and how m. managed everything beyond that since she has a 10 year old daughter.
another mystery is that i still don't know wtf street this place is on, because i never pay attention. i just know it's 'black building by days inn.' but i think it's hoyt st. my whole body hurts today from dancing, and it was really bizzare to see the kid who was at my 16th birthday party. he would officially be the third guy who i've either dated or kissed who winds up gay years later. i should probably be offended except i find it sadly ironic. we pointed at each other on the dance floor and i had NO idea who he was at first until he screams, "i kissed you in your basement when we were but wee children!" and i was like "ahaha holy mother." and we danced a song and i found it, again, sadly ironic that that one dance with him was the most i've been touched in any fashion in who knows how long. and yet you know, totally innocent and the fact i don't have a penis.
so i also need to say that aside from this atrocious milkshake bringing boys to the yard song that is still stuck in my head, they did play good music too. they actually played "simply loved" by BT (that song i was obsessed with, also called somnambulated), and THAT was the song that got me out onto the floor, and my friend c. said something like, "i thought she said she needed to drink before she'd EVER dance?" and it was cute, because no, i had no drinks except diet coke. they played an annoyingly obscene amount of christina aguliera, then they played that madonna/brittany song about three times. but to counter they played a lot of 80s dance music that was flossome.
speaking of music--did i mention turkish queen did "santa baby" but changed two words to cock? nnngh. this was her second piece, and this was when i was inclined to give a dollar, and then spurratically decided to see if she'd take it from my mouth/teeth. she did. and she smelt like blueberries and wild musk and then she kissed my cheek and danced her way off. she was the only one out of all the performers that actually LOOKED decent and sang, and was the most gorgeous drag queen i've ever seen. i thought those only existed on TV.
anyway--but then they played pink, they played like, joan jett and dear jesus, i heart you because they played "hey ya" by outkast. all the money raised from pride necklaces (that somehow i wound up with but i know i didn't buy one), and tipping the queens went to hospice. so not only was it a great time (like, the first time i think i've ever been intoxicated off an ATMOSPHERE alone, to where i can forget my skin and gender and just be), but it was also for a good cause.
there is going to be a show on/around new year's, and i want to go so so bad, but not alone. c. has plans with her siblings that she can't get out of, and that place WAS cliquey, and while i met the married women and a real life michael novotny
("i'm always alone here." "chris .. three people are checking you out as we speak." *chris proceeds to find every reason in the book not to dance* "chris, he's been staring at your back for like five minutes, go dance." "i don't dance." "me either, but i have been." "yeah but i'm the straightest gay guy i know and HE wouldn't like me." *heathyr rolls eyes* *chris is also very boy next door*)
i still don't know them enough to just go by myself and slide into say, their table or something.
i wish i could scoop all you up and bring you with. it was just .. so fun and so free and i didn't know places like this existed for real.
also a note since i dont know if the mail was gotten, but lenny, they are diddling with my laptop as of right now so hopefully it will be fixed very soon.
hearts & kisses
h:ik.
my void does not want.
-- 2.13.61.
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And, I hope the Dell guy manages to fix your computer for you...
Take care, pretty girl.
Hugs:
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Sounds like an awesome evening! 
