drag races

friday the cafe held a fancy dress drag ball. it was fucking ace, i djed for a while and got to be a naughty headmistress. i also became more of a feminist than ever - women's clothes are designed to keep them down. NO POCKETS?!? and a general inability to run!?! nuts. when we were planning the thing we/I were/was worried about this being the sort of event where only the organizers are dressed up and into it while everyone else wanders in with a bit of fear. instead everyone went all out. i was hesitant about myself dressing up much less everyone else, but the straight guys not only came out in force, nearly all of them were hella into it. i can't decide if i hate this or not, but one straight (and coupled) friend of mine was on the prowl for guys. he didn't take anyone home or anything, but he snogged nearly every bloke in the place. i suppose what bothers me is that the guy is doing this (possibly?) with full permission of his girlfriend. had he been after chicks this (i'm guessing) would had been a completely forbidden fruit, yes? i guess it makes sense as the guy is straight (ish?), so there is no worry of him straying from the herd. i've said it before, maybe i'm just sensitive.

the drag day started at 3PM with Alex (the guy with the idea from the beginning) in his housewife costume introducing an afternoon of drag related films - mrs. doubtfire (start the people off with some very mild crossdressing fun) the moved the gambit through to pricilla queen of the desert and hedwig (neither of which i've seen, nor have seen as i was working and couldn't give the films the proper attention required). after work i ran home picked up my gear and emerged as mizz beverly warden - headmistress extraordinary.

an hour dj set and loads of drinks made for a good night for me. although i did have a momentary heartbreak, it was just that, momentary (ish)

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a turkey lurkey doo and a turkey lurkey dee

one of the other kitcchen managers at work is also an american and held a thanksgiving dinner for the other ex-pats and friends. fucking stellar. all the best parts of turkey day were there - food, friends, booze, more food. i brought rice pudding (i just can't get it to taste like ICH or meera's mom's) and i got to make the nearly forgotten gravy (the most important part, no?) too. after we ate ryan (the 'merican) had everyone go around and say what they're thankful for. i thought that people only did this on television sitcoms. of course i had to follow 3 very well spoken people and was flustered (or subconsiously unthankful perhaps?). laaaame.

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paintpaintpaint

yesterday was a great fucking day. we closed the cafe and had building day, fixing, painting and other stuff that doesn't/can't get doen with people around. i spent the day in the toilets painting over the tree of pain (see older post) and actually coming up with a decent mural and re-plastering one of the cubicals with comic book pages (see photos in a few days). the toilets actually almost look decent now. incredible!