That’s when I recognize balance*.
Specifically, Saturday before last I was in NYC doing classy things like staying at the Royalton, taking a fancy cheese class at Murray’s with the lovely Jennifer (aka @1chicklette), and having sophisticated conversations about photography, fashion week and news in the literary world.
Fast forward to this past Saturday when I was in the front row of the Drunken Unicorn catcalling my dear friends of Le Sexoflex while they rapped about sex wearing nothing but pantyhose. As you would expect, the evening ended at an amazing gay bar with a drag queen named Storm and a clown lighting cigarettes with a flower. This is the beautiful dichotomy of life, yes? Yes. It’s also why my tagline reads “Fabulously Refined / Wildly Inappropriate.” Welcome. Here are some pics of both weekends.
I checked in here.
The lobby was awesome.
I marveled at this.
Then had my hair cut by Addam, a total stranger in a salon I’d never heard of. It worked out. Yay!
Went to Il Buco for dinner. Please go.
With Jennifer. You’ll love her. Follow her blog and on Twitter. She’s fabulous.
I learned this about cheese. And mostly that I want to eat it.
This is Murray’s. I want to be a mouse when I grow up.
Then I beat everyone’s ass in skeeball because: Dirty Myrt. That’s @Megurbani losing with poise.
And now to the Le Sexoflex show. And whatnot.
This is Miss Lady Flex, aka Dana.
Princess Genius on the left, aka Siobhan, with fishnet ladyman.
Vas D, aka magical unicorn Drew.
Peep Peep on the far right, aka Matt.
The crew of Le Sexoflex getting it done, like they do.
This is Storm, and I am standing up. On my feet. No shit.
And the cigarette-lighting clown, with the amazing, one and only Josh.
I may never get the confetti out of my wellies. But at least it’s out of my bra.
Mostly.
Y’all are beautiful. Don’t stop believing.
*Phrase adapted from Grant Henry of Sister Louisa. I added “with my ass on fire,” which I’m certain he would approve. He’s a fiery kind of guy.
