I Wish I Could Be a Drag Queen.

I went out for the first time in quite some time for my future sister-in-law's bachelorette party. I was surprised to find myself on a party bus. They used to always park outside of the club next to Merc releasing wild women into the streets. I never pictured myself on one of these buses, being released. The music was bumpin' and the ladies were ready to get down. First stop on the party train was Jacque's Cabaret. First night out in forever and I'm going to a drag bar, great place to meet a guy! Jokes. But I honestly can't think of anywhere I'd rather have been. I first went to Jacque's five years ago for my sister's bachelorette party and had been back to celebrate a Labor Day since. The drag queens "werked" it. The last couple of months had sort of beat me down, but I was actually starting to feel inspired and full of life again. I'm not usually a jealous person but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel any green monster pangs. I wanted to strut my stuff to Niki Minaj and get tipped for it. I wanted to get low and wear feathers and glitter. Unfortunately, since I can't be a drag queen I think the only way I'd be able to accomplish this is for me to become a stripper. This doesn't seem fair to me. These ladies were living my dream! Ah, such is life.