We're all coaster people, and pretty much spent the entire time from one ride to the next, with breaks for fried foods and Dear God the people watching. I had NO IDEA there was such a ghetto mo population! Someone coined the term ghettMo. Lots and lots of bling too. Seriously with the wow.
I only snapped a couple of pics, but I loved this girls whole purple butterfly theme, and click through on the dude on the right and to check out his ever-so-carefully trimmed hair and "beard:"
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And WTF with all the platinum dye jobs? Is that back? I shudder to think.
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And seriously with the amount of hair gel going on with the ghettmos. Honestly, it was a fire hazard. They made the place flammable.
At the same time, it was quite touching and affirming. I can't believe how young these out suburban kids are. Shilpa made the comment that "It's like high school, but all gay." Lot's of teens and lots of PDA. It was striking to see giant guys dressed like scary gangstas holding hands with their boyfriends. Quite touching actually. (And man did I feel old.) The south bay Latina lesbians were predominately a bit, shall we say, severe, but at the same time, so adorable in their love-dovey baby dykeness.
I saw many friends from the City, but the demographic certainly skewed local. As such, the Club Papi Latin stage was the most popular. And a lot of fun.
The Big Girl Dance Off was hilarious.
At one point some girl was flopping belly-down so hard on the end of the stage that it started shaking. It also looked as if she were going to slide off the stage. The drag queen hostess made the apt analogy that she can't side off the stage and into the pool like she were Shamu. (Chris: "ShamWow!")
Then there were the Club Papi Dancers, followed by an amateur underwear dance contest that was so tragic. Except for the winner. Ay!
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At the "county fair" area I had to snap this pic of the prizes in one of those claw machines.
If you look closely, you can tell they're not real iPods, but knockoffs.
Oh yeah, the bars sucked. Four times I could not find someone who knew what soda water was, or club soda, or that tonic water was not the same thing. And they made Shilpa's vodka and diet coke with tequila.
We broke for salty dinner foods at the food court, where I was courted by some salty goods:
I love that even at an amusement park in Santa Clara, drag queens will call out to me by name.
Speaking of which, we missed the first Trannyshack show, but made it in time for Charisma Glitterati's performance of "Single Ladies" with my favorite Fag Hag Dancers Suzan Revah and Joanna Parks.
Heklina has rimmed guys on stage many, many times, and the late crowd was calling for it. Listen as she covers herself after she notices a little girl in the crowd.
That might have worked, except that Heklina hadn't said "Who wants to see me rim that guy on stage?" but rather "Who wants to see me lick this guys butt hole on stage?" That's a little more graphic and it made the alternate definition of "rimming" a bit of a non sequitur.
While Heklina was stretching out the introductions, I spied Suzan and Joanna off stage, and totally felt the love when they lit up seeing me in the crowd.
Drag lip-syncing rarely translates well to larger stages, but Charisma, Suzan, and Joanna ROCKED it.
And Heklina gave them their props too.
But the best show was a reunited Exposé. Sure, they were an hour late, and during their show one dork was in front waving a poster from the original CD and blocking our view most of the time, and another drunk behind us was so effed up he dropped his pants and started peeing into the crowd—but we were way happy little 80s fans.
They performed their old hits, which is just what we all wanted, and they looked great. Noticeably older (as are we all), still hot, and impressively fit and fabulous.
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Such a fun show! And the crowd sang along like a house party.
All in all, a great night. I can't believe we spent more than six hours in there.
Final words: Uniboober. And one more line I can't remember but will insert it when it comes back to me.
Flickr set: Gay Day, Exposé
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