I made a trip to the Chicago Art Museum last week. They let you take pictures! So, I changed my header.
It was a great trip, very relaxing. My sister treated me to my first ever massage, and you can bet I’ll be doing that again sometime! We also took the El train to a great Italian restaurant on the northside of Chicago, and I saw my first drag queen. That was interesting.
Had to be about 6′8″ with the heels, then there was this huge puffy blonde wig. Eye makeup that rivaled Tammy Baker. Big long RED fingernails, with huge glittering rings. The outfit was orange, pink and red, with lots of scarves and such. It was truly an event to watch this person walk in and be in the restaurant.
In fact, the entire group was notable. But apparently only to me. No one else seemed to notice. I am SO not a big city girl, I guess.
Wow – it is SO good to see you! Missed you bunches and bunches. That was QUITE an experience, eh? A little too city for me!
Take care, and keep in touch!
YAY! Welcome back!!
Isn’t it kinda creepy looking at the drags? It scares me to think that someone would actually want to look like a freak. I don’t care what a person is, (gay, straight, whatever) but to see a drag queen in person is creepy.
But then one of my all time favorite movies is “The Birdcage”!!
It’s obvious he wanted everyone to look at him. The funny thing is, no one really was. Except me. I was mostly astonished that there really were people that would go out in public like that! My sister says I’m sheltered.
So…where ya been? Sheesh!
I was hangin’ out in a hole for a while. I’m about dug out now.
OMG! *smooches* *hugs* Oh I missed you! Seriously dude I checked your blog major often. And? Was in the process of writing to what I thought was your email addy because you just disappeared. But now you’re back! Wheee!!
I’m glad you’re back too!! Holes aren’t nice places to be in.
I admire you for handling the drag queen without roaring with laughter. I wouldn’t mean to be mean, but I’m afraid I’d break down.
You’d see them more often if you parked at the soup kitchen across from work, like I do. There’s one that wears this big drapey denim dress and modest brown scuffers during the day, but in the early morning (when I get to work usually) I am often “treated” to an icky sight when he sits outside smoking wearing nothin’ but Spandex….icky!
Hmmm…. I may have to go sight seeing just for kicks!