April 8th, 2011

Paul Neyron rose 2

real life Friday

Got a book as a present from J.  It's titled Great Balls of Fire: An Illustrated History of Sex in Science Fiction.  The book was published in 1977, but things had apparently gotten rather more racy by then than they had been fifty or twenty years before then.

Off to go help the students set up for the drag show.  I'm sure I'll have much more to say later.

Much later: I did very little in the way of set-up.  Mostly I just observed the chaos and scuttling around and chatted with S.  I even talked him into going to the little cafeteria sort of thing in the student union to keep me company for dinner.  I shared my chicken nuggets.  He had been moving tables around and opening and closing the big doors to the auditorium.  Under V.'s directions, those doors must have been opened and closed ten times each that I saw.

I was just feeling empty and quite unambitious, but it was still good to catch up with S.  He'll likely be the president of the GLBT organization next year.  I reminded him about the authors I'd corresponded with, asking if they could come to [university], and said that I hoped he would follow up with that.  We talked about all different kinds of things, of course.  He's been having his usual adventures, and filled me in more on the sake martini story.  One night he'd gotten cut off at Woody's -- Woody's! -- and the next night was the sake martini night.

The DJs were not good.  The first bad sign was that they didn't have a screen for the kareoke, and the students had to go find a screen for them.  The microphones weren't working well except for making screeching noises.  The comedian who was the M.C. had the DJs adjust the microphones after a couple of the kareoke singers had attempted to perform.  The DJs would start one song and then it would skip off into something else, which happened during a few of the drag performances, too.

I have to say, the students really were troupers about it.  Some of the drag performances were very good.  There were both drag kings and queens again this year, a fair number of drag kings.  H. wore an Abraham Lincoln costume and then stripped during her performance and waved a rainbow flag around.  You kind of had to see it to believe it.  She left her shirt on, but you could see that she had American flag undies on underneath.

I ended up sitting at the alums' table.  I saw S.P. and his partner G. when they came in, and they asked where the good seats were.  I said that there were some tables that weren't reserved, and we found a table in the back.  M.R. joined us, and later D.S. and J.S. when they came in.  I hadn't realized how much I missed D.S. and J.S.  M. came in at some point.  When he went by the alums' table, I told him that I had several bags of Buffy magazines, books and things for him, and got his e-mail.

Some parts I wished I'd had several drinks beforehand.  I said that to S. and the alums.  D.S. asked where the closest bar was.  You'd think he'd know.  Of course I turned to S., who immediately named two, then talked about getting a fishbowl, and mentioned somewhere else that had cheap drinks.  "Not watered down stuff," the alums said.

"Do you think we have time to sneak out for drinks?" I asked them all.  They seriously considered it, then decided we probably didn't.  Besides, S. had to give out the tiaras to the winners of the drag competition.  H., a.k.a. "Babe Lincoln," was first runner-up.  The tiara didn't fit on her stovepipe hat too well, though.  I think V. won, so the drag kings got some love this year.

Now I'm wondering if my life is weird.  Oh, well.  It's always good to see S., and it was very nice to see the alums.