Roues and a Rueful Ru or Yahoos and Boos or Woo - Deja Vu!

As I was sitting down to write this post, I had the most overwhelming sense of deja vu. It made me more than a little sick to my stomach. Webster's defines deja vu as, "the illusion of remembering scenes and events," but there's nothing illusory about these spooky psychic moments that happen to me from time to time - they're very real and very unnerving.

In the interests of full disclosure, I suppose my hallucinations and onset-nausea could also be blamed on the 2 A.M. trip Miss Celene and I made to the White Castles this morning after carrying on all night.

It was one of those weekends, honey -- real or imagined.

Yesterday, I volunteered for Food Outreach and attended Hairball. There is a seemingly benign ring to saying that I attended fundraising events for a food pantry and a domestic violence shelter.....but as Ryan has often told me, "your life resists all things normal."

Tasteful Affair

Every week, Food Outreach hosts a Monday Lunch program that offers folks living with HIV/AIDS a chance to sit down and eat a warm meal in the Food Outreach dining hall. For a lot of folks, especially those that are very ill, this weekly event is their only social outing. Volunteers come in and prepare the food, chefs from amazing restaurants come in on special occasions and it's an extraordinary experience.

My task yesterday was to get folks to give money to directly fund the Monday Lunch program. My cohort Joe and I raised over three grand and I'm still waiting to see how the event did overall. I met this lovely man that designed the table that I wore -- and was thankful to have a prop. I considered myself the Traveling Old Country Buffet and Hee Hawed it Up. Lotsa photos here.

Hairball

If the rumor mill is correct, the 3K I raised over at Tasteful Affair wouldn't have paid half of RuPaul's 30-minute, "Everybody Say Love (again...and again....and again)" performance at Hairball. I'll admit that I felt a great sense of satisfaction from knowing I had helped put food in people's mouths rather than supporting a drag queen's softer-side-of-Sears megalomaniacal moment. I'd just heard it all before -- the "I'm a seven foot black drag queen with a dream," and I wasn't all that thrilled with his set. In fact, I was very disappointed. My cohort Medusa was much more entertaining to watch and Celene rocked my world all night in this dynamite dress and the earrings I gave her for her birthday. A certain Angry Black Bitch has, as always, a good read on RuPaul:

Miss Ru, why are you such a greedy bitch? Why won’t you let people take pictures during your concerts? Why did you need to be paid in cash before your ass would take the stage? Why did you have a tired ass stage show and weak assed outfits? Did you borrow that deflated wig? Can a bitch still be considered a Diva after roaming about the stage grabbing dollar bills like a starving refuge at the U.N. food distribution site grabs a bag of rice?

Nuf said? I think so.

Here's my little photo gallery...just for fun. Click on a image for a bigger version....if you're into that kinda thing.

Tasteful Affair's co-chairs Susan Werremeyer, Jen Meyer and me!	Thank god it fit!
Getting hitched.	Billie, the Development & Communications Manager gives me instructions.
Gimme your money!	Howdy!
Celene and one of the belly dancing models.	Celene with a very pretty lady....but I think that lady coulda been a man.
Pretty. Pretty.	If my mouth isn't open, I clearly don't know what to do with it.
My favorite line of the night: "Take my photo so I can see if my makeup still looks good!" Of course it did.	She's licking his curling iron. Ahhhhh... young love.
My new vintage Givenchy shirt. Names, sweetie, names! And only $2.99 up at the Value Village.	Gothcar Grrrllzzz.... Miss Sasha (left) always rocks it out!
Ready....set.....	It was either kiss me or hurt me.... but isn't it always?
Loud mouths	Medusa's teeth in a cup.
Worked the runway, outta sight!	It got really silly in the end, 'natch.
Joyce struts.	The leather menz.
Misty Murky Medusa Memories	Turn to stone.
On break.	We were so full of sass, we didn't wait in line to get into the venue. We just rolled in through the talent entrance. I think Mz. Medusa scared security.
Ah!! Awe. Ahhhhhhhh	The hair on the far left made me almost wet myself with happiness.
This little one and I kept flirting with each other all night!	Too bad we have the same taste in men. Mister Ponytail is a great kisser...lotta tongue....or so I've heard.
Worn with irony or not? You be the judge.	Nadadoa rocked my world when she did the robot ONSTAGE during her runway modeling debut. Here she is after the show.
His breath is worse than his bite.
We were invited to go backstage to get a photo with RuPaul....only to wait 45 minutes and then be told to get out. I saw them hand a wad of cash through the door. That's charity.	RuPaul allowed no flash photography - or any photos for that matter. After I took this, a very hateful, bossy man came up to me and told me to put my camera away...or else. Charming behavior.