A Very Tranny Christmas!

Went out with my Scot and some other folks on Wednesday. I was nervous because I had to work early on Thursday but I managed to get in by the witching hour.

Started at The Kit Kat Club. Yeah, I 'spose that could be 'klub' but I think they massacred it enough. A nice, smallish place that smelled amazing. Must eat there soon. All of a sudden the music begins to blare and out comes a rail thin drag queen.

Now, I love a good drag show (Scot calls 'em tranny shows), but this place was small and she was walking right up to folks. And doing stage face and moves the whole time. You know, larger than life movements of the hands and arms and exaggerated mouthing of words. Ick. I didn't like it much. Too much absolute eye contact.

We finally stepped into the frigid wind Chicago is known for and walked to dinner. Yummy mexican food and great conversation, and then on to a place called Hydrate. Oooh, I liked this bar. (Scot calls 'em all pubs.) Plenty hotties and your lovable little Nomy even got hit on.

Hydrate had it's own drag show going on, too. 'Cept this one, uhm, had a holiday theme. I don't know. Am I wrong for finding a nearly nude Dolly impersonation a wee bit blasphemous?

HAR!

Off to play with the Scot again tonight. I feel like dancin, baby!

Your spellcheck update wants tranny to be tyranny. PHTT!