Drag and Dicks

They say bad decisions make good stories. Well, maybe in your 20's?

Bestie and I went to Columbus on Thursday to see the Jinx and Dela holiday special. The show was great, the queens were funny. 100% would do again. The tiny woman behind the theatre bar made us our double drinks for the show and - what we got was 8 oz of gin and vodka with a spritz of tonic and cranberry juice respectively. After getting a bit buzzed at the show we walked back to the hotel bar and had a cocktail and Kristin mentioned that an old college haunt, Dicks Den, wasn't far away. I said...that would be a really cool experience to go back to the place we used to hang out in college times.

But we aren't college age anymore. And neither one of us stopped. And we closed down the dive bar with a 3 digit tab.

The next morning was rough. So rough that about 5 min before checkout time we called the front desk and asked if we could PLEASE have another night. Back to bed for a full day, some great British Bake Off and door dash, and we finally made it home Saturday morning.

Sunday here, and I am still not ok. My body is angry. I have been attempting to placate it with electrolytes and bread. I told Kristin next time we will get a nice dinner and a glass of wine and then go to sleep like normal old ass perimenopausal women. lol.

I wish there were more dates for the show closeby. If they do it again next year I am definitely going. The play between the two of them - sweet holiday cheer Ben DelaCreme and sarcasticly irreverant Jinx Monsoon - just made my night. BDSM Rudolph wasn't on my Christmas List, but I am very happy to have had it under my tree.