Queens

Last night I went to a club called Jacques in Boston. "Ladies" night. Except the ladies were drag queens.

It was fabulous.

I was on stage because my "friends" told someone it was my birthday. Where I shared my age and won the title Old Bitch. (I was the hottest, natch). Also, I kissed the upper boobage of the MC.

I got a lap dance by a Queen pushin' 350. With visible back fat. Wearing a glitter pants suit.

A chick next to us was wearing black boy shorts, black bra and a fishnet thingy over it. I'm sure she was a girl because I made her show me that she wasn't tucking peen.

I may or may not have bit her tush. I also may or may not have kissed her. With tongue. Someone got a picture and let me share? She was a Butter Face.

Um.

Beer Goggles. Not for the light of heart.

(Fyi you friday flippers rock! I'll be by once I can see straight again.)

*everything was hot but her face

Picture update:


Holy Hell.








[my 'entrance' stamp. everyone else had a green dot.]