The weekend was a bit of a whirlwind and my stomach is still waging war on me because of all the days' treats.
Friday I wasn't feeling well so I stayed home and watched a movie - Kinky Boots. It's an independent film that any shoe-loving-drag-queen-appreciating chick will love. My love affair with the statuesque diva set started early. I remember talking to a high school friend (a drag queen wannabee) about what he called the Best Movie In the World: The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. I loved the movie and even ordered the soundtrack through one of those awful BMG clubs that were always on the back of Sunday's Parade magazine in the 90s.
I've been mystified by drag queens ever since, perhaps its because they're just as flamboyant and dramatic as I am.
Saturday morning I had a charity event to attend with several work cohorts - a bowling tournament that included a healthy dose of beer. I'm not a stellar bowler but I did manage to throw out two strikes my first couple times on the pine. Over the course of the day I scanned the crowd to see if there were any Mr. Kate the Great candidates in the crowd, and I gotta tell ya, it was slim pickings. I shared my concerns with Mrs. Chocolate, a member of my bowling team, about how I'd likely struggle talking to, say, the likes of a Little Debbie snack truck driver.
And Mrs. Chocolate responded, "Yeah. What do you say, 'I like your cakes, but you can't have my pie'?"
We were all definitely in a rowdy mood after the beer.
Saturday night I had an All About Barbra movie viewing to attend - I had not seen The Way We Were yet, but was glad to take in Funny Girl again.
Sunday I felt like garbage. I don't really know why because I was in fine condition when I went to bed after the start of SNL (I couldn't stay up for all of Dwight Schrute, er, Rainn Wilson's show, but you can find clips here and here and here. ps. Rainn is so cute) but I woke up around 9:30 Sunday morning and felt real puny.
So I laid around and watched Babel (don't listen to the hype - it's not that good) and walked to the store to buy supplies for an Oscar party. That night I proceeded to gorge myself on Mexican food and margaritas.
And today I'm feeling the American version of Montezuma's Revenge.