I continued in my theme of actually doing stuff this weekend (whodathunk it?)! My roomie K came home from work on Friday and asked me if I wanted to go to a drag show Saturday night. The answer was, of course, HELL YES.

It was a good time! We met up with some people we went to college with who K had been friends with and I sort of knew, but it wasn't awkward, everyone was super friendly and it was nice to be around multiple people of my age group for a change. The show was at a college, and it was FREE, and because of both of those things, it was fucking packeddddddd. It was standing room only by the time we got in and some people didn't even fit in to stand. My feet were killing me (we'd walked for 20 min to get to the show from the friends' apartment) but motherfucking drag queens & kings \o/ I've been watching Drag Race, of course, but there's nothing like seeing a live performance. I actually knew one of the kings from high school, so it was neat to get to see him performing for the first time! There were some awesome queens, super impressive, and a bunch of people left at intermission so we snagged some seats \o/ Which made things more enjoyable. One of the queens sang songs from Rocky Horror live and was SO good, and one queen lost her wig from dancing too hard but just kept going and was FIERCE, and oh god, one queen was wearing like...NOTHING. I've seen body queens on tv, but I never thought I would see one IRL but...goddamn. The whole way home K and I were like HOW DID SHE DO THAT????

anddd yesterday was surprisingly productive? I watched a ton of Slings & Arrows, but I also cleaned the bathroom, did dishes, roasted a chicken with dressing (turned out okay...not my best, but still tasty), did the laundry, AND watched the Oscars. Oscars were...unimpressive. Whatever. I knew I wouldn't be impressed with the hosting (jerk) but, eh, whatever. I feel like the Oscars is always awkward and disappointing - you'd think that the ~Hollywood elite~ would spend some time writing decent bits and crafting a decent show to celebrate themselves. They do love that. OH WELL.