Wednesday, April 16, 2008
We got there too late to see her, but apparently Chelsea Clinton was out at Portland's big gay Red Dress party this past weekend. It was 2000 people dancing with open bars, fire pits, etc and the rule was that you couldn't even come in the door unless you had a red dress on. I haven't worn a dress since the late eighties, but the rabbit located a stunning Lana Turner number for herself and a red velvet bathrobe for me. i cut off the sleeves, belted it, added a feather boa, and looked like Phyllis Diller meets Obi Won Kenobe. Fine. It got me in the door. The party was run by an order of drag queen nuns called The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. They put on charity events all over the west coast to raise money for worthy causes, cancer research, children's hospitals, etc. Think of it as the Elks club for queens. With mylar eyelashes and complicated wimples. So we danced for a bit, some belly dancer costume beclad hippie man flashed the rabbit his junk. Chelsea was long gone, spirited away to a pancake breakfast.
Blonde Redhead - The Dress
Versus - The Glitter of Love
Baby Charles -I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor