Dolly Hearts Drag Queens
well, where to begin...
I have to say, this had to be one of the more memorable weekends of my first year in Halifax. This may have been the case because I was actually sober enough to recall most of it. Regardless, I had a blast.
It all began friday after work. Immediately after work. At 5pm I made my way to the Lower Deck with a group of co-workers for Erin's Co-op Farewell send-off. We sat on the patio, blinded from the sun, drinking pitchers of beer courtesy of Dana the CFO. Spending only $5 so far, I was quite happy with the progress I had made on my buzz... but had to stop so Erin and I could make our way to her apartment to prepare for our real outing.
After a quick cleanse, costume change, and some drinks we headed out to Reflections. Megan, Christy and I were abandoned by Pocket Gay who couldn't make it out -work in the morning! (aka, I'm going home to get plowed by my geriatric lover).
Ref's was dead... Friday nights are not ideal. The bar fights were mildly entertaining. I was accosted by a loud bald newfie approximately 30 seconds after entering the bar. I had no clue who/what this was, or why he/she/it was talking to me... and why he/she/it felt it was appropriate to talk let alone look at me. I didn't know what to say. I had NO clue who this person was, but had a feeling that I wasn't about to lose he/she/it very easily. I had a stage-5 clinger on my hands and despite several attempts to lose him, he managed to make his way to our after-party at Emily's rabbit shack. It turns out his name is Darren (all credibility lost instantly), a nurse from NL. Apparently he had hair the last time I saw him, but I was too drunk to remember. He explained that we were introduced a few weeks before through his "friend". How fun... clearly he didn't make a lasting impression, and if I didn't make a move then I'm not interested now.. and won't ever be. This "friend" was clearly not a "friend" of mine, or I wouldn't have had this shadow follow me around the bar for 5 hours... ARGH! I may need to go into hiding. Thank God I avoided the phone number request.
4,5,6,7,8 and 9 am all passed as we sat in Emily's shoebox-sized apartment rolling massive amounts of weed while packed like sardines in her single bed. It was awkward to say the least. I apparently passed out for a bit and woke up sprawled out over everyone with my face packed quite efficiently in a bookcase. In all, it was not an ideal situation, but we made do. Waking up in a sea of co-workers is not something I would say that I want to experience ever again.
Then it was home to rest.... er, not quite. Oddly, I spent the entire day wide awake running errands, doing laundry and getting shit together before the concert that night. Yes folks, we were heading to Dolly Parton for Charles' surprise bday! It rocked. She's one hot bitch. It was a sea of grey-haired grannies and fags in the Metro Centre. Charles, Chase, Darcy and I were gawked at during most of it... which may have been the gay-factor, but more likely it had something to do with the emotional collapse Chase and Darcy experienced during Coat of Many Colours. lol Luckily, I was void of emotion (mainly from lack of sleep) so I was able to keep my composure. It was a great show... the only thing missing was Kenny :(
The concert ended and we headed back to Chase's to regroup and decide our plan for the night. We agreed that a swim and bonfire was in order, so we headed to the house. I was THRILLED that we weren't going out. There was a high probability that I would run into nurse Darren, which I hope never happens again.
Then came Megan's drunken distress calls from Glen Arbour. She had quite an evening... I won't get into too much detail, but it ended with her wandering for half an hour in her bare feet looking for her car. Lucky for us, she stopped to take notes as not to forget any of the details for her recap in the am. lol
Sunday was a well-deserved binge-fest of cookies, burgers, beer and of course countless hours of Dolly music. If the neighbours didn't hate us before, then we've certainly confirmed it this weekend.
I have to say, this had to be one of the more memorable weekends of my first year in Halifax. This may have been the case because I was actually sober enough to recall most of it. Regardless, I had a blast.
It all began friday after work. Immediately after work. At 5pm I made my way to the Lower Deck with a group of co-workers for Erin's Co-op Farewell send-off. We sat on the patio, blinded from the sun, drinking pitchers of beer courtesy of Dana the CFO. Spending only $5 so far, I was quite happy with the progress I had made on my buzz... but had to stop so Erin and I could make our way to her apartment to prepare for our real outing.
After a quick cleanse, costume change, and some drinks we headed out to Reflections. Megan, Christy and I were abandoned by Pocket Gay who couldn't make it out -work in the morning! (aka, I'm going home to get plowed by my geriatric lover).
Ref's was dead... Friday nights are not ideal. The bar fights were mildly entertaining. I was accosted by a loud bald newfie approximately 30 seconds after entering the bar. I had no clue who/what this was, or why he/she/it was talking to me... and why he/she/it felt it was appropriate to talk let alone look at me. I didn't know what to say. I had NO clue who this person was, but had a feeling that I wasn't about to lose he/she/it very easily. I had a stage-5 clinger on my hands and despite several attempts to lose him, he managed to make his way to our after-party at Emily's rabbit shack. It turns out his name is Darren (all credibility lost instantly), a nurse from NL. Apparently he had hair the last time I saw him, but I was too drunk to remember. He explained that we were introduced a few weeks before through his "friend". How fun... clearly he didn't make a lasting impression, and if I didn't make a move then I'm not interested now.. and won't ever be. This "friend" was clearly not a "friend" of mine, or I wouldn't have had this shadow follow me around the bar for 5 hours... ARGH! I may need to go into hiding. Thank God I avoided the phone number request.
4,5,6,7,8 and 9 am all passed as we sat in Emily's shoebox-sized apartment rolling massive amounts of weed while packed like sardines in her single bed. It was awkward to say the least. I apparently passed out for a bit and woke up sprawled out over everyone with my face packed quite efficiently in a bookcase. In all, it was not an ideal situation, but we made do. Waking up in a sea of co-workers is not something I would say that I want to experience ever again.
Then it was home to rest.... er, not quite. Oddly, I spent the entire day wide awake running errands, doing laundry and getting shit together before the concert that night. Yes folks, we were heading to Dolly Parton for Charles' surprise bday! It rocked. She's one hot bitch. It was a sea of grey-haired grannies and fags in the Metro Centre. Charles, Chase, Darcy and I were gawked at during most of it... which may have been the gay-factor, but more likely it had something to do with the emotional collapse Chase and Darcy experienced during Coat of Many Colours. lol Luckily, I was void of emotion (mainly from lack of sleep) so I was able to keep my composure. It was a great show... the only thing missing was Kenny :(
The concert ended and we headed back to Chase's to regroup and decide our plan for the night. We agreed that a swim and bonfire was in order, so we headed to the house. I was THRILLED that we weren't going out. There was a high probability that I would run into nurse Darren, which I hope never happens again.
Then came Megan's drunken distress calls from Glen Arbour. She had quite an evening... I won't get into too much detail, but it ended with her wandering for half an hour in her bare feet looking for her car. Lucky for us, she stopped to take notes as not to forget any of the details for her recap in the am. lol
Sunday was a well-deserved binge-fest of cookies, burgers, beer and of course countless hours of Dolly music. If the neighbours didn't hate us before, then we've certainly confirmed it this weekend.
posted by Jeff at 3:12 p.m.
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