Had a blast last night with GirlKris and SHicks2 and some theatre folk. First time to actually get to hang out after a show with this group so I was happy. We went to the homobar and watched some pretty bad drag, laughed and had some cold beers. After the show was over, we hopped over to the BIGGAYBAR. It has a big dance club and it was pretty crowded, so we motored into the cowboy bar. I like it better in there. All of these bars used to be my accounts when I worked the beer, so I know my way around them and hey, they are my chosen people so totally at home.
At the first bar, I got to meet the cutest red headed boy…he’s in the show. (Almost, Maine…not the drag show) I’d seen him around the theatre and when we worked the phones during begging week he was there…so cute. tall. lanky. the most beautiful curly red hair I’ve ever seen…
married.
and to a really nice girl, apparently. Not that it would make a difference if it was a really bitchy girl, I gave up married men for Lent, but still. sigh.
tall glass of the perfectly flavored Kool-Aid on a hot, dry, deserted desert day…
I feel I need to be more specific to the universe when asking for my glass of Kool Aid. I’d like to have exactly what I mentioned, only single. and I need him not to have problems with emotions. Let’s just both be able to say..ok? ok. OK!!!!
back to the gay cowboy bar. I was singing to the music, we were all laughing and I was telling the story of bringing Dionysas to this bar to prove that there are homo cowboys who two step. He’d just seen Happy Texas and was just bumfuzzled at the whole concept. That was the weekend of the BigGayBowling tourney and the place was packed. I had THE BEST dances with this accountant from Austin. He spun me all over that dance floor, swish, swish swish….(that’s the sound of our dancing. not his walk.) We just had the best time. He said growing up gay in Texas, dot dot dot. Well one does not grow up gay in Texas. One plays straight, so he learned to dance with women. He didn’t like dancing with men…anyways I was retelling this story thinking, I’d like to dance when…
“would you like to dance?”
(i believe I’ve told you how I will dance with anyone who asks me. I think it’s a difficult thing to ask someone to dance and the possibility of rejection is so great…so 9 times out of 10 I say yes.)
And we spun and danced and spun and danced and it was a little funky at first but we just kind of found our groove and laughed.
I said,
“Thanks for the dance, Betty.”
And she thanked me as well. I went back to my group thinking…
I have GOT to be more specific.
BE.
MORE.
SPECIFIC!!!
Misti Ridiculous 
That sounds like so much fun. I love to dance, but never get a chance to do it. Chris is not a dancer and that’s OK, but sometimes I really miss that. I would dance with Betty even.
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I love the memory of that night. Mafia Princess with a beautiful smile on his face in that light blue shirt that fit him so well. And you swinging around the floor with the best dancer ever. And yes, I do believe that you should be specific and put it out there… unmarried, darling red headed boy who loves you… right out there! I wish on all the stars in the sky I could have gone with you.
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Well.Now we know.
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If you ever see the basketball girl I taught or the boy I tutored in H.S at those establishments, tell them hi for Mamo.
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omg that just made me pee a little
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