The Fokker had a very nice time this weekend, thanks to the efforts of friends and my Sweet Babou.
On Friday I went to a Drag Show. I went with a friend to meet some of her other friends and I had a fabulous time. For one thing, gay men love me because they know I am one of “them”. Sure, I have a vagina, but that doesn’t make me less of a Drag Queen. My personality enters a room three minutes before I do, and although I spend most of my time lounging around in jeans and a sweatshirt, if you put me on a stage and let me lip-synch then I will wear the hell out of some sequins. Plus, I like to bang dudes. See? Total Drag Queen.
I even entered the “lip-synch for your life” competition at the end. Sadly, I lost to a darling little co-ed half my age. However, I won many cheers when I hip-bumped a load of cute 20ish girls right off the stage. They were blocking the spotlight and I do not put up with that shit. The one that escaped by fleeing onto the stage speakers is the one who won. She was crafty, so I give her kudos.
It was a great evening, y’all.
Saturday my wonderful Sweet Babou cooked me dinner. He made Adobo Chicken. It was yummy. Sadly, our little Stitch broke out into hives because of something in it. We think it was the coconut milk. Now I am wondering if I need to take her to an allergist to have the skin test. But would it be useful? The thing is that something like only 4% of hives are caused by food allergies, and all they would be able to tell me is to avoid feeding her stuff with coconut in it. However, she has shown signs of a latex allergy too, which is scary as hell since it could mean she is easing on down the sever latex allergy road.
I’ve got an appointment Thursday to talk to her pediatrician about it all.
In happier news, on Sunday, which is my actual date of birth, Sweet Babou and my daughters took me out to dinner. My adorable husband even held the baby so I could eat food while it was hot. No dishes and hot food for the Mom Win!
I even got laid. Twice.
See? Awesome birthday weekend.
Happy birthday
Awesome indeed! Happy birthday, dear Pope Fokker!
I’m glad you had a great weekend–you deserve it. Yay for dinner. Yay for drag queens. Yay for new social interactions. Boo for hives–let me know how the ped. visit goes.
And again: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! (you get extra because I love you.)
Umm wait a minute. My pope had a birthday? We should have had a national celebration. Or at the very least a bettyverse one.
This is very troubling.
Glad the family gave you such a good time. And maybe you don’t mind missing the bigger celebration since you got laid twice.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! (Eating food while it is hot is a wonderful thing.)
Happy birthday!
How the hell did I miss this? (Oh right, we blame Dan.)
(Must go jot date down, immediately!)
Happy Happy, even if it is belated.
Julie