Turn About is Fair Play

Last night, I picked up Rocky and Joe and we scooted downtown for the monthly Art Walk. Four years of art school prepared me for the scene: lotsa folks, free wine, fine cheeses of the world and cute fashions. And, oh....there was artwork to look at, too.

Rocky made me giggle about half-way through the evening when she told me she didn't realize how easy it was to get half-crocked going to art openings. I assured her that's why most folks go. It's the one benefit of being an artist or patroness of the arts.

Our next stop was across-town at Olympia for some yummy Greek food and then we scooted down to Magnolia's to check out the Turn About benefit for St. Louis Black Pride. Once again: lotsa folks and cute fashions.

In case you don't know, a Turn About is a drag event where folks who aren't drag queens transform themselves into luscious visions of dragliness for a night of lip-synching hysteria. The highlight of the evening was our friend Anthony and his final drag number. Well over 6 feet tall, solid and strong, Anthony twisted, turned, kicked, did backwards somersaults and threw down the drag guantlet - all to Debbie Gibson's Electric Youth. Something so wrong has never been so right.....