But we had a blast. It was great. When you least expect it, trouble happens. I went to the local pub to have them call me a cab back to the Hill. So there I was in a sports bar in full pink haired drag - trying to blend in.
Life is truly an adventure.
The next night was even more enjoyable. But still no queens. I thought that in Fremont we'd see more people dressed up and in the mood of the evening. But I did see a lot of people that I knew, which made me a tad more at ease. Yes, I still get nervous at events.