New Years Eve (2005)

Hey, let it be known....I do NOT live a "tidy" life. A certain friend of mine has a special term to discribe it, "loving choas" is the phrase she uses. It is very discriptive. Roy and I have been known to "discuss" things with slightly (??) elevated voices and I tend to deal with some pretty darn colorful characters from time to time. Roy says I am a "weirdo magnet" and he may be right. I like it that way. I had an astrologier say to me one time that I can go to the most swank of establishments or the worst dives and still make a go of it. And gosh knows I have proved that statement correct many times and have some colorful stories to tell as a result. I am the one that managed in my "go to the basically redneck..but..anything..goes.. after hours club" some years ago, to end up in the floor with my wig off when two dudes decided that right in front of me was where they needed to reinact the civil war. Or then another time when I was in one of the clubs on the still *ungentified (at that time) section of "Lower Broadway" here in Nashville when I felt uncomfortable enought with the crowd on the street to ask a certain "gentlemen" of my acquatance to escort me to my car...only to then wonder how I was going to escape said gentleman. LOL

However, sometimes I just totally miscalcuate. Last night was such a night. But I mean it was in the Gay newspaper... Sabra, a dear friend of mine, was going to be bartending, and who knows even doing a show there. Never mind that she didnt respond to my phoned query...she NEVER responses to my phone calls....I often tease her that the phone is wasted on her because she doesnt know how to 1. listen to messages or 2. return calls. Anyway, armed with this fount of knowledge (the newspaper) Roy and I prepare to match into a certain hotel bar underterred by the fact that the security car sitting in the parking lot has body damage to it, the fact that a couple was sitting on a curb blinking drunkenly into our headlights as we parked......Sabra was here, all was safe. Yeah right!!!!

I mentioned "hotel bar" but before you start thinking "wow, Chrissie D does that"...let me hasten to add that what Chrissie means is your basic hotel....Holiday Inn perhaps...or Budgetel....or Comfort Inn.... Well you get the idea. I doubt very much she means that "little dive of a hotel where they rent rooms by the hour sandwiched in between the truck stop and the interstate (literally)". That was what we were walking into....but I was forearmed with the KNOWLEDGE that Sabra was going to be bartending and/or doing a show. It was a cheap place, it was on our side of town..etc.

Well, Roy waved me on in...being the gentleman that he is and knowing how I hate delay.....and I went round the bend in the "entryway" and I swear only one of two or three things could have been operating here. 1. I looked worse than I have ever looked when going out (a thought I will only entertain for half a second) 2. I had stumbled onto a group of mutants (and I use the term with concern for all the mutants out there for fear of insulting THEM) who somehow manage to get more alert as they consume alcohol in vast amounts or 3. what I consider the most likely. A particularly loutish looking fellow who I KNOW i have seen in GLBT establishments often, thought it best to quickly "clock me" and start the redneck howling ..(no offence mean to rednecks, most of my family qualifies as witnessed by the number of spittoons we have at the family reunions)...in order to deflect any taunt from himself. Oh well, both Roy and I decided that we might do well to go elsewhere...especially as the person we later found out owned the wonderful establishment had no idea who Sabra was. (a lie actually since somebody put the ad in the paper...and Sabra had worked with these characters before, in fact had fired them from a bar she had run).

All is well that ended well however, because we took ourselves off to another club, TC's Triangle....where we met up with some very good old friends and had a good laught about my miscalcuation and Sabra's inability to warn a girl..LOL After the awful start, it turned out to be a very nice quiet relaxed New Years with congenial people.