If I Were A Girllllllllll:The Story...

So, on Wednesday night this past week we were told by English kids in Bowland, where some of my international friends live, that there was a drag party on Thursday night at Hustle. Excellent. So me, Jim, Jeremy, and Mark decided that we would go to some charity shops (aka thrift shops) in town and buy woman's clothes, get all made up, get really drunk, and go rock out at the drag party.

So we went to town, I got a dominatrix-esque black dress, Mark got a black halter-top dress, Jim bought just a regular black dress, and we got Jeremy an acid-washed jean skirt and a scandalous top. We were ready to rock out as girls.

Back at Bowland we got all our makeup did up, drank a lot so that we could justify our actions and feel comfortable, and then trekked down to the bus to face the public. The bus ride was pretty awkward because obviously we were the only 4 in drag, but luckily we were rolling with about 8 girls, so it was less gay (read: not straight, just less gay).

Anyway, we got to Hustle and found out that nobody else was in drag. Nobody. Not even just like one person. No One. The DJ was dressed up, but that was it. And of course he/she made comments about us when we walked in. Wow...

It was a pretty awkward night, no lie, and going to the bathroom and peeing in a urinal while hiking my skirt up and as other people stood around brought on some pretty harsh drunk commentary. For some reason we decided it was a good idea to go to another club, and we did. However, the four of us drag-queens (as well as the girls we were with) got in free because ladies got in free. Sweet.

The next morning I woke up at 3 and didn't feel so bad considering how much I had drank the night before. This didn't last long, as I deteriorated pretty quickly and my whole body started aching, I felt like I had a fever, and my throat hurt badly. I went back to bed at around 5, woke up at 7 to get food, then went back to sleep at around 10 for the night: I was asleep WAY more hours than I was awake on Friday, ultimate dump.

This morning I woke at 1, still felt crappy but better, and managed to go to the library. I came home and went to bed, and it's now 8:10 and I'm staying in again tonight as I feel shitty still. Hopefully I can recover tomorrow too and be good to go for Monday classes/working out. This may be punishment for drinking for like 10 straight days, or my penance for dressing up like a girl and going into public. Either way, I think I've served my time, learned my lesson, and am ready to move on from this.

Hope everyone at home/abroad is fairing better health wise than I, and I'll get back at you with more updates as they arise.

Much love.

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