“are you here for the convention?”

Says the woman of the older couple to the younger couple. The younger straight couple, that is.

“Um, no.”

“What convention is it?” Jamie asks.

“Sons of Confederate Veterans.”

“Oh, no, we’re here for my drag show,” i did not say.

It was a rather small, slow elevator to begin with.

But, my god, the outfits! Gowns and gowns and hoops, and waistcoats, tails, swords and pointy beards – i’m just glad we were passing through the night of the ball.