lamenotlame

I went to El Convento Rico on Friday. It is a funny mix of gay men and their hags, tight knit groups of friends (I think the tight knit part comes from being a little freaked out), the over 40 newly single set and latin guys who want to get laid. The latin guys who want to get laid are slightly more tolerable than the white/Canadian aggressive guy who want to get laid because they can really dance. That also makes it a lot harder to play the ‘is he gay or straight’ game. That is until they go for a crotch grind. Bleh. A swift “NOT Interested” and pull away took care of those. I mostly tuned out the world and dance dance danced. At one point I could see this guy sidling up to me really slowly. Where usually I would slowly keep moving away until he got the point, this time I just stopped him and said “are you seriously creeping up to me? Next time try using a line, ask to dance. But not me please.” It made things easier on everyone and I am totally doing that from now on.
Every weekend the Rico has a drag show in the middle of the dance floor. It went on a little long, but it was a lot of fun (Sonfonda Cox is my faves. Think a feminine, awesome Tyra Banks). It made me think about how great drag queens are, doing their thing- you know they weren’t pressured into the drag world by their family.
Last night was a birthday party at a condo. Sadly, the dancing was minimal. I didn’t even bust out the jazz hands. But it was good times anyway.