  Tired, but smiling Perched on a bar stool in a Moulin Rouge-like bar/restaurant, with drag queens and old queens milling and spilling all around me. That is how I spent last night. If you've never been to a drag show, let me assure you that you have not yet fully lived.
Went to a new place called Madame's last night and saw some of the most entertaining performers wearing more makeup than Tammy Faye - and looking good. I especially liked the Bette Miller impersonator and the very large black, um, person - s/he really enjoyed singing and dancing on that little stage with the hot blinding stage lights and lively crowd pouring down on her. My goddess friend Gloria left the bar moaning, "I can't believe I sucked face with a gay man! " And, according to her, he was "very competent". He admitted that, while he prefers men, the last woman he slept with glued her phone number to his coffee table.
Competent indeed. And all this on a school night, when I knew i had to get up in the morning but didn't really care. 
