So tonight I went to synagogue followed by dinner at the Chandlers with the beautiful and amazing Rebecca Davis after which we parted ways and I went to Coffeeology… There I met up with a bunch of people (some of whom went with me to Q after)…
Q was nice… we drank, we talked, we laughed at the trashiness that is so many gay men… and then we paid and left (unfortunately mostly sober)…
After my friend T and I went to his place, hoping to smoke a bowl… only he lost his stash. So we called a guy – W – whom we met at Q that night and told us he could score us some stuff if we needed it… (W is a friend of our mutual friend G)…
So we called him. This is where I want to set our scene.
T and I stand outside of the entrance to W’s house. Through the window we see a man wearing only underwear, a feather boa, and a top hat dancing up on a guy in similar attire. One of the windows upstairs casts a silhouette of a person wearing peacock feathers and dancing. T and I look at each other and give each other looks expressing our apprehension. Finally T breaks the silence by asking if we should not, and I decide we should just walk in. I crack the door and shout, “W!? Are you there!?” No response. The inside of this door – which is on the side of the house – is the kitchen. The moonlight reflects off the kitchen’s white surface, giving a green film to everything the light covered. We walk around the corner and ask someone if they’ve seen Willy, but then we see him. He is the guy we saw through the window in the feather boa and top hat and now he is dancing provocatively on top of a small framed man holding himself upright in a fetal position. Willy stands up and says hello and we realize the guy on the floor is G!!!!!!!! It was crazy!
T and I sit down and are offered endless amounts of free green and booze… Everyone begins dancing in sync to lady gaga music which eventually breaks into everyone grinding on each other in crazy getup and completely off beat – and yet still to some beat they all have in their heads.
All of a sudden a big and flamboyant guy who’s been sitting by the fireplace and looking into the fire looks at us and says, “HEY! LOOK AT ME!” and then throws a magazine into the fire and claps…
There was also a gypsy there who is the last person to carry on his tribe and yet is gay and he is also a fancy hair designer… He was wearing a too too (sp?), hipster hat, a mime shirt, and shiny red leather thigh high boots with 13in heels… His hair salon is going to donate a $250 gift card to Hillel for one of our fundraisers… 
We smoked a bong and a little off a hookah… and then the show started. The entire night this one transexual continued to change into different outfits. One made her look like Natalie Portman when she becomes the black swan on stage – only it’s all red. There were crazy masks, and amazingly high boots, and feathers galore, and omg was it amazing.
Finally she looked at us and said it was time for the fire. We all file outside… we hear chains clinking and eventually she asks to borrow a lighter. As soon as she makes the spark we see there are balls on the end of each chain and lights it on fire. We turn off the porch light and bam! A show started! She began twirling the fire balls around on her chains in all sorts of crazy patterns while we just watched without being able to blink. When the show was done we went inside and the guy by the fire showed us how cool fire was (WTF!?) We then told everyone bye and crazy fire watcher tried to grope my balls (I know he’s crazy if he expected that to work out. Nah uh! You don’t EVEN want it!)…
We left, went to Jan’s house (AKA: Best place in Greensboro between 2 and 6am)… ate crazy amounts of food and then went home…
It was like a fucking dream… I’m not even sure I’ll believe it happened when I wake up unless I decide to randomly check the blog I never update. lol.
Don’t worry… I took a few pictures and will post them when I get time… lol.
