When I went out to eat last night, I had no freaking plan.
The cafe was hosting a drag show.
I only had my debit card on hand to pay for my breakfast food, which meant I had no money to hand to the drag queens when they jauntily danced. If it sounds risque at all, it legitimately isn’t. This was about as amazing a drag show as I have ever seen, and I was bummed out I couldn’t tip the ladies for their impressive work! I did have something else I thought they might enjoy, however, but during the brief intermission I went out to my car and rolled up a couple of fat cannabis joints, then walked around back to the decreasing area. I apologized to the queens se veral times for not tipping them, but offered some killer cannabis as a consolation prize. It came as no surprise to myself and others that all of them were eager for a taste of marijuana. I was just guessing, of course, but drag queens seem like cool people, and every cool woman I ever met smoked marijuana. I do not like to make broad generalizations about most people, but when someone is hard-set against cannabis use, I always suppose that particular woman is uptight and boring to hang out with. The queens and I spent hours burning through all the cannabis, and then all of us decided to go back to my designated seat in time for the last half of the show. It was cool, because they were all super nice to myself and others in the show, and I could totally smell the reek of cannabis on each of them!