Oh my, we went to a drag show

Dragging out my random observations

Here's how it came to pass.  Steve asked our friend to give me a call to make out-to-dinner plans.  She and I got to chatting about doing something different.  Before our respective husbands—both named Steve—knew what hit them, we had reservations at Lips in Oakland Park for the 6 p.m. show.  Let me add the Steves had reservations as well.

If I imagined an early 1900's whorehouse, that would describe the décor.  Lots of red and gold, gaudy lights, and oozing with bad taste. 

The first lady we encountered, I thought she was female.  It took me a split second to put it together, then take in the amazing makeup.  She was beautiful. 

Our particular server didn't have a lot of personality, but she was efficient nonetheless.  In fact, the whole meal service was efficient, designed to get us in and fed and the show started by a few minutes after seven—there was also shows at 9 and midnight.  My dinner was edible, but, really, we were there for the show and not the food. 

The emcee was outrageous—in a good and funny way.  Here is what I learned. There is a whole different use for duct tape. (The first time I typed this I had an I and K in the word.) The truth is I knew about that since I researched duct tape a few years ago for a blog post, but I've never heard it mentioned in public before.  (Oops, almost another typo.) 

• The emcee—a beautiful blond with a shapely figure and long legs—reminded us several times that she had a penis.  (See duct tape comment above.) We all know the gig, but I thought the intent was to pretend to be female, and the last I knew, females don't have penises.
• If you are straight, you'll be a target at the show.  The Steves were on the receiving end of "straight men in the audience!"  A couple celebrating their engagement—strikes me as a strange venue—were applauded for their alternative life style.  Most of the patrons were women, leading me to wonder why women are drawn to men in drag.

The show was equally outrageous.  The ladies lip synced to catchy songs, strutted their stuff, and went up and down the rows of tables soliciting tips—lots of tips.

Other things I learned: 

• Just because boobs look and feel real, doesn't mean they are.  Feel you say?  I pushed a tip into someone's cleavage. 
• I Googled 'drag breasts' and got an expanded perspective.  There is a YouTube video showing how to enhance cleavage and make boobs appear using makeup and pushup bra.  Potentially, useful information.  LOL
• Straight men don't believe big boobs can be fake.  (Insert eye roll.)

I mentioned the evening to another friend.  After she go over the shock that it was my first time at a drag show, she pointed out that all it was is a dinner show in the old tradition.  You don't go for the food.  You go for the show. 

And show me, they did. 

Later.

GEB