The Morning After, by Frida Garza
So, as you probably noticed, our live-blog abruptly ended with both our phones died within seconds of each other. Apparently emailing photos and taking videos drains your battery more than you know. WHO KNEW?
Despite the cellular phone casualties, our first drag show was a success. The ladies were fierce, the BBQ looked scrumptious, and money was raised for the William Way Community Center. By the end of the night, I had learned that drag queens dance better than I can and that Rob (ed note: the bartender who wouldn't pose in-wig for us) does a mean Bob Dylan impersonation at karaoke. Speaking of which, Rob, we didn't get your picture, but we kind of love you. Call me maybe?
Enlightened,
Frida
