Dreaming

Last night I did my regular Sunday night gig TRANNYSHACK NYC @ SPLASH. The energy in the room was great. I moved at lightning speed because I knew the moment TRANNYSHACK NYC was over I had to scoot over to Avalon and perform in the "Women of HX" celebration. The beginning of my night was hurried and crazy. I got to SPLASH just under the wire, but once the show started I felt great. Anyhoo, I had a few cocktails last night which is something I rarely do. My business is the clubs and I have learned thru the years to keep afloat, not to mix business with pleasure. Well last night was my night to howl. I had a cocktail or five and while waiting to go on at Avalon ran into a queen I hadn't seen in ages. She and I were carrying on, talking shit and she asked me would I like a little "booger sugar". I have not done "the devil's dandruff" in forever!!! Don't ask we why, but I took a little toot-toot. Alright I took more than a little toot-toot. That first rush of adrenaline and feeling of false clarity is very satisfying. Kids you have to understand, momma don't do nothin' these days but Diet Pepsi. When I hit that stage, I was on fire. I turned the kids out. I closed the show, hung around for about 10 minutes and headed to my local watering hole to gossip with my girlfriend Miss Ginger. While I was there I had a lovely little beverage called hard cider. YUMMY. I got home about 4:30, worked Craigs List for a little late night lovin', and not finding what I wanted, washed my face and took to the streets. I visited a "social club" and still not satisfied and still feeling a bit "wound up", I went shopping the moment the stores opened. The bad thing about booger sugar is that I can't make up my damned mind. I finally started winding down about 2pm and realized I hadn't eaten since about 6pm the evening before. That is a rarity for this big, buxom beauty. I called my girlfriend Miss Kimberley and my partner in shame David and we decided to go to this genius Chinese buffet in mid-town. I ate a combination of things that could only be described as WRONG. We went for a walk and I headed home to crash. In my darkend bedroom with Oprah gibbering in my sub-conscience as she pontificated from my television, I drifted off to sleep.

Kids I have always had vivid dreams for as long as i can remember. The combination of booze, booger sugar, sleep deprivation and a feast of Chinese cuisine turned me out. I dreamed what seemed like one long, insane dream from the moment my head hit the pillow. Crazy shit that no matter how much I knew I needed to wake up and stop it, It kept on. I dreamt I was sitting in a booth at Renassiance Diner on 9th Avenue. I was having some sort of meeting with a crazy cast of characters. My elementary school principal Mr. Yandian was there. I remember the guy who sells me my NARS cosmetics at Saks being at the table and I am pretty sure Betty White, or somebody who was supposed to be her. I was in full drag and corseted. There is a certain posture you must assume while in a corset that is very unique, especially while seated. We kept talking and talking and very casually I started pulling clumps of my wig out and eating it. Although it was my wig, when I put the gobs of hair in my mouth and started to chew, it tasted like jerk chicken. Or thats what I percieved. I was stunned that my wig could taste so satisfying. I kept thinking not to eat too much of it or I would be at the meeting with nothing but a nylon wig cap. The feeling of being too conspicuous came over me a I noticed the Betty White lady looking at the side of my wig that I had been eating from. I got up and ran from the table trying not to trip over my wedding dress that flowed out everywhere from under the booth. I had to exit quickly without tripping over all the material. I ran into the back room of the diner and all of a sudden I was in what seemed like either a huge army barracks or a shelter I had seen in a newscast of Hurricane Katrina. I felt very uncomfortable being in the brightly lit room with a full face of make-up, wig and wedding dress. I looked around the room and decided the best bet was to take off the wedding gown and try to look somewhat casual. As I made my way thru the rows of bunkbeds now completely nude but still painted for the back row, DJ Johnny Dynell raised his head off of a pillow from a top bunk and asked what I was doing there. I blurted out something about being there to make the jerk chicken. Poof! I am now out of drag and in a big kitchen filled with angry Jamaican women all screaming at me to hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!! there were live animals all over the kitchen. Not exotic animals. Chickens, cows, and mean little pigs that kept pushing past me and almost knocking me off my feet. The women's accents were all very heavy and they were all screaming that time was almost up. It dawned on me I needed something very important to finish, but couldn't remember what it was. I stood there like a deer in the headlights. I woke up suddenly, my head completely off my pillows and my dog Jasper sitting where my head should be and his tail wagging across my face. It was dark outside and Jimmy Kimmel was now on the TV.

There have been times in my life that a dream has lingered. That during my waking hours I would replay the dream over in my head trying to understand it. The dream is as fresh right now as it was while I was experiencing it. It will be a long, long time before I decide to act like a party girl again. I do wonder however if my hair dresser Miss Shannon steams out my wigs with chicken stock. I will have to ask her.

Love
SWEETIE