ME: Hi, this is East-Side Chick.BOSS: Wow, you sound awful, ESC. Is everything ok?
ME: Yeah, I'm just not feeling so good.
BOSS: No, yeah, you should definitely stay home. You really do sound terrible.
ME: Are you sure? Because I can...
BOSS: No, please don't come in. Get better!
See? Never even had to lie.
Now, not everyone can afford to be calling in sick all the time, true. But CC Slaughters has come up with the perfect solution that makes it affordable to both celebrate Hump Day and punk out of work the next morning: 5 drinks for $5 Wednesday nights.
Now let me get this out of the way: Being the fag hag that I am, I love me some partying at CCs. Where else can you grab a drink from a bartender in his tidy whities, see two hot, shirtless guys simulating techno sex on the dance floor, and watch drag queens play pool? Besides another gay bar?
As an added bonus, Wednesday is 80s night, which means after you've had your five drinks you can make an utter fool of yourself on the dance floor to the sounds of Madonna, Michael Jackson, and the Thompson Twins.
So on a recent Wednesday night, I went down with my gbf and a couple of straight friends to partake. The laughter flowed, the drinks disappeared, and the dancing was good. The best part of the night was meeting Candi Wrapper, a seasoned local drag queen who was campaigning for... I don't know, something. Her minion passed out Dum-Dums from a basket while she schmoozed and fawned and offered little condom-filled "Weiner Wrapper" gift bags to all the guys. Which, by the way, I found a bit sexist when she looked at my friend and me saying, "You ladies don't need one." To which we promptly shouted, "Yes we do!"
By eleven, our 5-drink wristbands were used up, we'd been denied a second round, and the Hump Day special was over. So we stumbled out into the night, clutching our latex swag and wearing our "vote for Candi" buttons. Next stop: Silverado, followed by Scandals. And that's a whole nother story.

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