Is Seeing Drag Queens To Much to Ask?

All we wanted to do last night was see some dudes prance around in crazy makeup and awesome costumes and just be glamorous. We also wanted the $2 margaritas and mai tais, but, that was just collateral damage.

We were thinking last week: "Hmmmmm. Where can we take a 5-month preggo lady on her birthday? Somewhere she won't feel fat or out of place....Hmmmmm." DRAG SHOW! So, after some researching and asking around we came up with the perfect place in West Hollywood. Because I'm dissing the joint and want free stuff out of their "mess up" last night, I won't disclose their name. (Let's just say it rhymes with "Hickys" - except, with an "M".) We gathered up the usual suspects and dragged their butts out of the comfort of Venice/Marina del Rey and off to where "the stars dine" - the Formosa Cafe. The food there rocks my world, and it's always entertaining to play "name that headshot". We got a little confused with one headshot in particular. Who we originally identified as "Olivia Newton John" was really Julie from the "Love Boat" (I have no idea what her actual name is). We also found it mildly ironic that Laura Flynn Boyle's heashot was in the restaurant. I mean, does LRB even eat? After dinner we drove "all the way" into the heart of West Hollywood to go to the-bar-that-shall-not-be-named only to find a sign posted on the window that said, "Closed for a private party." I almost kicked some pretty drag queen ass. Instead, we accepted defeat - made a pact that we would return the following Monday and headed back to home.

As my little head lay on my soft 600-thread sheet-clad pillow, I had visions of drag queens dancing in my head. Unfortunately, it's going to have to wait until next week. Bitches.