I'm not one to criticize but...

My career must have a cold sore because it's hibernating like it's ugly or something. I saw a drag show the other night and was awed by Jackie Beat (www.jackiebeatrules.com). I'd like to do what she does, but you can't be that cunty (while being hilarious) when you're skinny. Otherwise you're just a smart ass upstart bitch. Maybe in 10 years or so.

But for now we'll play "Tranny-Science Theater 2000"

After Jackie, we have the tall bitch with the bad tattoo and the Target Maidenform bra. If being tan is a talent, well congratulations to queen #2. 'Cause best thing I could say about her was that her melatonin-stressed skin was even.
Now for queen #3- Vivien (I know. who the fuck spells it like that? Someone needs to send that bitch to the Reg Bev Wilsh to school that bitch. Go on, Kit.) When Miss Beat said "Welcome to the stage, Miss Vivien" I think she meant it the other way around. Cause those supports better have been cantilevered. Seriously, I've never seen so much pudge compacted onto such a tiny little person. And you know that fat girl in high school with no boobs? Well Miss Viv's top get falling down for lack of stuffing. So sad. But her boots were fierce. They deserved a per diem or at least time-and-a-half for holding her up. Her act was tired and at one point I saw her flick her tongue out at money. So obviously she really really wants ringworm or hepatitis. Seriously. DON'T PUT MONEY IN YOUR MOUTH! It's filthy.
Queen #4 did some good numbers including a great Dreamgirls/Jennifer Holliday bit. She went just far enough into the epileptic range of any good black diva without going overboard. Aretha, set the ribs down, wipe your hands and take notes.
All in all, an enjoyable evening with friends.