It was the end of a long work week and nothing sounded better than unwinding out on the town with a few friends from church. I had met several people during MissioDei's "Five Minute Party" and they had invited me to go out with them the following weekend. Of course I wanted to, I love getting out and mixing it up with new people. So the venue was set for a place down the street from my apartment called the Kit Kat Lounge.
Two things alone should have set off a couple of red flags. One being that it was down the street from my apartment (if you know anything about Lakeview in Chicago you'll understand). Two that it was called the Kit Kat Lounge (my bias for all things chocolate more than likely blinded me).
Oh yeah - and the fact that they asked me how I felt about drag queens.
Not being one to judge a book by its cover, I went out and met them over there. Upon walking in I did see signs for female impersonators, however when I walked in there was no stage or anything like that. It just appeared to be a really trendy martini/dessert bar with clips of old movies playing on the walls. I assumed there was some sort of performance area in the back somewhere and I was good to go.
Then the lights dimmed. The disco ball dropped. Cher was turned up on the loudspeaker. And my life would never be the same.
Man was I wrong about that performance area. Turns out I was in the epicenter.
So "Cher" started making her...his...THEIR way around the room (pronouns are hard when talking about drag queen performances) and serenading different guests. I became extremely interested in the chocolate dessert in front of me thinking that it would make me invisible. Flawed logic on my part because Cher came straight to me and made sure I didn't feel neglected. It was soon over, I lived through it and thought "well if that's all of it I'm alright."
About five minutes later another performer came out and came straight at me again. This time I was, for lack of a better term, "felt up" a bit and experienced what I call the reverse motorboat (I'll let you take that any direction you want). After a second time of being the target, my friends immediately said "It's time to go. Drew's had enough."
My friends apologized profusely and we ended the night at Slugger's, where they had dueling pianos and batting cages. I spent the rest of the night trying to recover the lost man cards from earlier. It was a fun night for the most part (the second half) and I enjoyed getting to hang out with some new people. I'm sure I will again soon.
Just at a different venue.