Thursday, February 21, 2013

Violet in Drag

Violet came over with a trayanother round, another free shot for me.

“Will you go?” she asked me.

“We will stay for the drag show and then go.”

“Oh, really, but timing?”

“It’s okay. Drag show, 11, yes?”

“Usually 11:30, but for you, 11.”

It was arranged then. The drag show would begin in ten minutes, we’d take in the drag show and then we would head out to the other venue for Dirty Beaches.

“Do you think that is a man?” asked the Irish.

The three of us just kind of gave him a funny look.

“What? She’s hot!”

That Violet was. A few minutes later, a drag queen entered the bar. She was a much more obvious drag queen, looking like a cross between Dolly Parton, Liberace, and Little Lord Fauntleroy.

“Now that is definitely a man, and not nearly as hot.”

We all giggled, then Violet gathered us for the drag show. “Come on, come on.” Our troupe took seats on the bench seat in front of the stage for the show. Violet did a very cute tease routine to some cute 50’s nonsense about being a pretty girl. We all clapped and whistled and she smiled as she moved through her act, polished and practiced. When the song finished we expected one more, but she came up to us instead and kissed me on the cheek.

“For you, now you go. Go.”

We thanked her, she issued hugs and kisses all around, and then we dashed back out into the night to get a cab for the other side of town.

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