Mike informed me last night that Saudi Arabia is definitely a culture that celebrates the mustache. He certainly is right about that. So he decided to wear this to the mustache party last night. It was a big hit and the party was fun. We went to a club in Chinatown and even thought we were going to a private party, we had to endure:
- A line up. What? I can’t even remember the last time I stood in line to go to a bar. Yup. I guess that makes me officially old.
- A full-on frisk – no pocket, bump or lump was left untouched. When I asked what they were looking for, I was told, “Drugs, weapons, or alcohol”.
- my backpack being searched. Very thorough – they even pointed a flashlight at my keys and key chain. It was like going through customs.
The heck? People do this every weekend? Who knew?
As you can imagine, the party was well attended and totally fun. My first highlight of the evening was seeing two drag queens getting drinks at the bar. Real drag queens! How exciting! I’ve never seen “professional” drag queens up close before. I tried to get their photos, but no luck. I just couldn’t get close enough to them – stupid dark bars. Really, they need to get better light in those places.
On a side note – no smoking in bars is really weird. I noticed it right away. Where is that smoky bar smell in all your clothes and hair after a fun night? I’ll have to invent a smoky bar perfume for nights like that.
I turned out the big drag queens were the MCs for the evening. They were fun! And raunchy! And said swear words and wore rhinestones!
I handed Mike my camera so I could use the facilities. And guess who came out of a stall the same time I did? One of the drag queens. GASP! I was immediately bummed out that I didn’t take my camera into the bathroom with me. But I never do. It may make some people uncomfortable. I was so impressed with all the women in the bathroom – everyone was so cool -he was one of the girls. It was as though he wasn’t a man wearing a dress at all. But he sure was. I confirmed it. The bathroom stall door was open and I could see he left the seat up.
True story.
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Mike looks truly Arabic with your tablecloth on his head. Sounds like a very gala night.
Sound like fun, despite the frisking. Yikes, guns, weapons. WTF……………..
That is no mere tablecloth it is a real ghutra from Saudi Arabia. Sheesh.
Eee sounds like a fun night!! And those gals really know how to be girls- I would love a lesson from them in makeup, for real! back in the day I used to go the gay clubs to dance with a gay guy friend and they play the best music ever! One of them had a unisex WC so yeah, interesting times- but it was always so fun !
That picture cracked me up!
Funny as I'm seeing the other 'Carol Brown' from Saudi today for the parade…
Also, drag queens are nototrious hams and love being asked to take pics. Next time don't be shy! I'm sure they would have posed with your oil sheik.
And I am thankful that bars are filled with carcinogenic smoke as I can actually breathe when I drink myself into oblivion.
You are the funniest friend I have–truly
What was I thinking? Why didn't I just ask the girls to take their photos? DUH. Note to self: It's not really bothering drag queens to ask to take their photos.
I'm the funniest person you know, Viki? WOOT!