As you may already know, I used to work at a club here in Nashville called Victor Victoria's. It was a hole in the wall but some good times were had. Anyway at this club, one evening I was asked if I wanted to go out to an after hours non-gay club. I resisted at first but my dear friend Jessica, since deceased, bless her soul convinced me. So begin the reign of terror on this poor little redneck bar by the two drag queens from hell..LOL

Anyway, one particular weekend, we decided it was time to go to Hoppers, the after hours bar. We went in, getting the usual injunction by the owner to "behave yourselfs and use the men's room"....which of course Jessica proceeded to totally disregard..and I obeyed as long as a bouncer or someone was looking at me. (heheh)

Well, being my "ladylike" self and just sitting drinking my cocktail at a table, while Jessica I am sure was terrorizing everybody in every other room than the one I was in, when things started to get exciting. Two guys were right in front of me having an argrument. As chance would have it, the one on MY side was the larger of the two by about 100 lbs or more. So it being sunday morning at this point, I decided it was time to pray "oh lord, dont let these guys get in a fight". THEY DID. So the prayer changed "oh Lord dont let the guy on my side of the room bump into me and knock me on the floor". HE DID!!!! So here I am lying on the floor and to top everything...MY WIG FLEW OFF. So picture me, ladylike thing that I am, scrambling for my wig. I get it and stick in on my head hoping it is on right and jump to my feet just in time for the waiter to say "are you ok??" I said yes, he got me another drink and not another word was said.