July Thirty First, Two Thousand Eleven
7:30pm - "Hairspray" performance is done and I pick up a basket of disgustingly sweaty button up shirts and take them to the cottage to be laundered.
9:00pm - I sing a song about skanky skanky whores at a cabaret in front of a group of little old ladies from Matunuck, RI while Sabrina Blaze, the town drag queen is in the next room changing into her rainbow crinolines.
10:00pm - Check into the Westin Providence with nine of my closest Hairspray friends. The Asian lady at the front desk tells me that she "rikes to drrink at jee jah" an Irish pub that we later found out was actually called, "Ri ra" PAH! Asians...
11:30pm Arrive at "Li la" and see an Asian woman singing "Last Dance" on the patio. The Asians... it all makes sense now. We count down to some dude's birthday at midnight and then do jetes out the door.
12:15am We spot a gay bar that is actually open and playing the greatest mix of gay tunes and showing episodes of "Will and Grace" on the TV above the bar. We stay there until they close having so much fun doing walk-offs, dropping randomly into splits, dancing on the bar, voguing and doing unnecessary battements. When we leave, people at the bar tell us that they have never seen the bar that alive on a Sunday night.
2:00??? am I walk to some random hotel in Providence not wearing shoes to go to a Cirque de Soleil party. I meet an Australian aerialist who offers me a space cake. Tony goes missing. Time to go.
4:00???ish am My friend Nicole declares that she is hungry and refuses to believe that everything is closed saying, "IF PRESIDENT OBAMA WAS HERE AND HUNGRY RIGHT NOW HE WOULD BE ABLE TO GET FOOD!!" Sure enough, we find an IHOP and it fulfills all of our fantasies (well, most).
5:00am The bed at the Westin actually hugs me as the real air conditioning caresses my skin. I sleep better than I have in 2 months.
With one day off a week, folks, you gotta just live it up. And Providence...you alright.
1 comments:
There are so many things I love about this post. I don't even know where to start. Basically, I just love envisioning you doing each and every one of these things.
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