[Dynagroove] Blame It On The Rain, Sweetie

[aaron@tohzt.com]

This past Dynagroove marked an extra special re-unification for me.  It
was the first in a long while that I was going to experience with someone
that I had for the past couple years had a lot of BEEF with, to say the
least. And I don't mean beef as in "I Beefed" or farted.  While it seems
that often enough people that dont know me personally tend to not like me,
anyone that knows me knows that it is rare that I truly don't like someone
and am vocal about it.  For the past couple years I have publicly and
passive aggressively made fun of this person via the occasional dynagroove
subject line and underhanded comment in a 'stupid' email.  (I knew he read
them.) Well, the hatchet was buried, apologies were accepted, and Jitters
Darque (the que is pronounced) and I decided to emote 100 percent pure
love, on the real.  We decided that we should do the first door shift at
DG in half drag to commemorate our re-found and renowned sisterhood.  So
on came the wigs and the press ons....and we were ready to work it like
true bitches.  We decided on "half drag" so that we could turn into boys
later and not have to deal with runny mascara and rouge re-application. 
Oh, and we planed on hitting up the shirtless gay afterhours after the big
D. (dynagroove) Did someone say base?

I don't really have any crazy stories about working the door in half drag.
 It was fun to see people's reactions.  The most common seemed be a form
of "what the hell?"  I think the low tranny voices were a nice touch, but
Jitters kept getting pissed at me for going "out of character" and talking
in my real voice. We started a 'drag fund' (not drug fund) to pay for our
wigs and offered creme savers and fake and fabulous "bling" in return.  We
told people the fund was for "hormones" and it seemed to make them laugh. 
In the end, we made about 20 bucks.  Thanks to those who contributed.  I
think the guest listed people could have forked over a little more though.
 :]  Men:  You cannot imagine how hard simple actions like zipping up your
hoodie is when you have long nails.  I have a new appreciation for people
with long nails.  Try dialing on your cell phone!  You'll start roaming.

I thought I was more excited for Troydon than I actually was; I used this
time to have a few rounds of dancing WITH the wig on.  Good times, then I
started to sweat, the hair became gross, and I needed to not be "Mai
Thang" any longer.  I was really just waiting for Diz.  At risk of
sounding like a complete raver, most people that were listening when he
came on will remember how you could actually feel him start playing.  The
world started to sound a little more crisp and you could feel it in your
bum.  I danced.  It was fun.  Go D!  (in more ways than one.)  Thanks be
to Cade, Jitters Darque (the que is pronounced), Jacob Calderon, and
everyone else involved in helping making my night completely and
uttttterly fabulous.




completely full of H.I.M.self,

_A aka “Mai Thang”



(H.I.M. is the new Creed, god help us)


p.s. pictures at http://www.instassistant.com/aaron/pix/dynabee/