I hate looking for a parking space on Friday night. Why did I pick a bar near campus? These damn college kids shouldn't even have cars. Maybe I'll just go someplace else tonight. No, wait, someone is leaving right up ahead. It's only a couple of blocks from the bar, which is actually a decent parking space. Let's see, enough cash for 12 drinks and a couple of tips for the drag queens, driver's license, car key. I guess that's all I will need.

I've seen that guy in the filthy trenchcoathanging out in that diner somewhere before. I think he's the guy that hangs out near the library sometimes with one of those other drunks. Yes it's him. Noone else would wear a coat like that all the time. There is something unique about it. It has some army patches or something like that on it. He's probably some cracked up vet.

Wait a minute. That's the cigarettes in his shirt guy from work. What in the hell is he doing in the back door of a gay bar? I hope he doesn't recognize me. Oh shit, he's looking right at me. Now he's waving. I have to wave back, but then he will wonder what the hell am I doing on my way into a gay bar. Well, he had to be here to see me here I guess. I wave. He calls out "I didn't get a chance to stop in today. I had some things to take care of, so I'm working tonight. Making some deliveries. Friday is always a big night at these places. See you next week, enjoy your night." Yeah, whatever, I thought to myself. I just nodded and went inside.

What is the deal with this place. It is always too crowded to move in here. I must be late, I think the show is getting ready to start. I have to get a drink first. God knows I need one. Better yet maybe I should go ahead and get two, so I won't have to get up for a few minutes. Yeah, that sounds good. "Two martinis straight up please."

Now I'll search for my fairy godmotherin drag. I really need to get a life outside that damn library and the bottom of these martinis. Maybe I should be a drag queen. Hell, I can't be a drag queen, I'm a woman. I've not even had a drink yet and already I'm acting crazy. "Excuse me, would you like to dance?" What?! I've been in this bar a hundred times and no one has ever bothered me. I thought these people could tell who is one of them and who is not. "We don't have to leave together I just asked you to dance." she said looking at me like I'm some kind of skinhead. I'll show her, "Sure", I said.

A couple of minutes into this dance she informed me that I obviously wasn't comfortable so maybe we should sit. Besides the show was getting ready to start. She invited herself to sit with me, which was okay. I needed some companionship anyway. We talked a lot and drank a lot more. I ended up leaving with her. I'm not sure what happened exactly. I know that I found my fairy godmother though and it wasn't a drag queen. When I woke up she was gone. I remember bits and pieces of what transpired in the early morning hours. What I remember clearly is the amazing feeling I had when I woke up. I have never felt so refreshed, vibrant, full of energy in my life. I was just plain freaking ecstatic. The only thing I remember clearly is that I need to make a change in my life. A big one. I should call on a drag queen for make up advise and volunteer at the local children's hospital benefit next week as a clown. Where this idea came from I do not know, I don't remember talking about clowns with her. Anyway, I have this overwhelming desire to put the plan in action.