Weekend Roundup

Aight, aight, FINALLY a bitch is blogging about my weekend. I tried to do it Sunday while I soaked my feet and drank cherry limeade but blogger wanted to PMS n shit. So, strap in cause the ride starts....NOW.

(PSA: This blog will contain copious (yeah copious bitch...I got that good vocab!) amounts of homosexual things...not participated in by me mind you, but...well just read the damn blog!

My Ghey Weekend....

Day 1 (Friday)

My gay male friend DK (who is also a follower...haaaay boo!) invited me to go out for drinks the night before, I agreed...but going out for drinks turned into me seeing his new house and meeting his new roommate (also gay). Numero uno, his house was too cute, decorated impeccablly but not matchy-matchy and smelled of sweet coconuty type smells. I fell in love instantly with it. Anywho, DK and his ex and I sit outside and talk about relationships and men and just stuff in general. I stay over there until midnight. It was a good night. And for ONCE involved no alcohol *shock*.

Day 2 (Saturday)

I'm doing nothing but minding me own business when DK hits me up and asks me what I'm doing, I reply nothing and he invites me to dinner with 6 of his gay friends....so I go. Everything was well and fine except for the waiter was a dick to my friend...so we left him no tip and wrote douche at the top of the check (by the way this is where the drinks started to flow heavily)...we then go from there to my first drag show which was snoozeville at best (but shouts out to the "ladies" it was just because it was not a full house) anyway, they start playing Beyonce...and chile, I love me some Beyonce, even when I haven't been drinking...and by this time I was on my 4ish drink so I was REALLY loving some Beyonce then. So I get my ass up and proceed to shake my shit all over the place (in a good way of course) and then...next thing I know....I'm surrounded by gay men also dancing! I feel like I am controlling a harem...so it's customary for the audience to tip the performers...well honey, the performer TIPPED ME! Yes...I'm not lying. So then the MC called us up to the front....we all chit chatting and the MC says something about "all these boys" to which I reply,

"Scuse me, I'm not a boy."

The drag queen gives me the once over and her eyes stop at my boobs...

"No you are most certainly not a boy....you finished paying on them thangs yet?" she asks

"These are home grown honey." I reply

"Home grown eh? Look like some cantelops....Some big ole watermelons!" she says back.

So after that we leave cause it was pretty dead and go to a gay club in our city...did I mention I was still drinking? Yeah...I was. On the way out of the drag show I tell DK he should put on my shoes...and he does...and then eventually my belt...I will merge the photos of this into this blog later because I'm too tired to do the shit now. But anway, we go to the gay club and dance and drink and be gay (they are actually gay...I was just being merry n shit) and met bunches of cool guys...also saw some guys who if he had came up to me in the street I might talk to...which disturbed me in more ways than one. And let me just say...I have never gotten so many compliments in one night in my fucking LIFE!

"You're so cute."

"You're so fabulous."

"You're hot."

"You're too sweet."

"You're boobs are fabulous!"

"You are too fierce honey."

Thie list goes on. I had entirely too much fun with them. Of course all my friends and family are wondering if I'm gay because I went to a gay club and danced with gay men...no, I am not. I mean gay men and I have something in common...

Besdes our love for fashion, beauty and dancing....we both like dick!

That's a friendship made in heaven!

Day 3 (Sunday )

I was with my brother and his wife...and I'll save that experience for another day and another post.