Wondering about this lovely drag queen photo over there?
I'll tell you the story.
We were waiting for a cab last night outside the venue. Three people walk down, and this nice guys parents need a ride home, so I offered up my cab because you know, they're old. Turns out it's this fellows birthday and he has a private venue booked upstairs from where we saw the show. Long story short, he was extremely gay and invited us up there to his birthday party (haha) where there were drag queens performing everywhere. The drinks were free, the gay guys were hilarious, everyone was dressed up, and there's Meg: skinny jeans, bullet belt, sweaty, t shirts hanging off of me. I was a little stand out-ish. It was absolutely amazing.
I literally have never been to two extremes like that before in my life.
Also Im starting to find it hilarious that the security guards, and everyone who works in the beer gardens knows who I am. Apparently I need to stop going to so many shows. I don't need to show my ID anymore either, he just says 'Pound It' and I go inside. I laugh every time. Pathetic, I know.