Weren’t you the guy I danced with at Hero? (My final DR!P of the season)

I was debating whether or not to attend Wednesday’s DR!P at Grace Hotel. On the one hand, I had gone to the gym after an alumni interview after work (interviewing for my non-Ivy-League school [thank god] makes me feel less guilty about not donating), so I wasn’t getting home til late. On the other hand, I had new swimwear... and I had just gone to the gym!

On my way home, I fired off some texts to see who was down, but the only person who wasn’t being lame was Gene-Erik. Armed with Wine Cellar Sorbet’s ruby port flavor fortified with Bacardi ruby red (that combo almost worked), I jumped on a train downtown.

I arrived just after 11:30 to find the pool almost empty (everyone was in the bar areas). After a kiss-kiss to Scotty Rox, I turned my attention to visuals extraordinaire Holly Daggers.

“Hold up! You were blonde a month ago, then you went red for a couple of weeks. Now you’re back to blonde?!”

“Well the roots grow in blonde… spiritually.”

Love.

I moseyed down to the rather crowded downstairs bar to find a whole crew of drag queens. To my left was Logan Slaughter, Celso, and Chandilier (that's how she spells it), and to my right was Shequida, who was out of drag and conversing with a rather handsome otter (who is now friends with me on Facebook... so if you're reading this, WOOF).

Shequida, with a headmistress-type elegance and insistence: “You! What’s your name.”

Me: “D. Kareem.”

Shequida: “D. Kareem, your body is amazing! You almost make me look fat!”

Me: “Never! I’ve seen you in some tight outfits!”

Shequida: “Turn!”

Me: "I'm sorry?"

Shequeda: "Turn around!"

I swore she was going to tell me to stand up straight, curtsey while I think (it saves time), and always say yeeeeessss, your majesty!

Shequida: “That is really something. How old are you?”

Me: “26.”

Shequida, with a look of distain, turning to the otter: “Now see, that’s why! Just wait til she’s older! Then again, I’m only 19 myself.”

I tried to come up with something politely witty to say, but I paused a bit too long with a look on my face that must have read as disbelief.

Shequida, laughing: “Excuse me! Don’t you dare! Not a day over 19.”

Me: “Of course, of course! I never would have guessed!”

Shequida put a card in my hand and winked at me. I looked down and it was a drink ticket. Score!

I wandered off and received an unexpectedly warm acknowledgement (read: any acknowledgement at all) from Matthew Camp: “Hey!”

. o O (Oh my god, is he talking to me?! Shit, he is! Don't look at his butt! Wait, he's facing you; you can't even see his butt. It is really nice tho... Damnit, D. Kareem, use your words!):

Me: "Hey, there."

Camp, all smiles: “Weren’t you the guy I danced with at Hero?”

Me (Damnit!): “Uh, no. That was Med School Mess Bottomless Pitt Taye Diggs any tall black guy someone else.

Camp, walking away: “Oh, okay.”

Wait, was this DR!P or a scene from [insert any 90s teenage comedy]?!

I’d already bought a drink (half price, baby!), and I was trying to save the drink ticket for Gene-Erik, but she was late, so oh well (my heart was in the right place). When she finally did show up, I directed her to the restroom.

Me upon her return: “I thought you went to change.”

Her: “Oh, no. Just went to pee. I mean, I have some footy shorts under here that I got in Australia.”

Me: “Well there you go! Where else are you gonna get to show 'em off!”

Her, after a short pause: “It’s cold in here."

I couldn’t argue with that. We were standing right in the path of an air vent, but he did take off shirt to reveal his tank top.

I guess Shequida’s Otter caught our scents mixing because he came over to talk to us for a while. It was funny because for the half hour our so that he was talking to us, I could definitely see his interest in both of us. But it seemed like he had a hard time choosing, not unlike a bear in a river of salmon who can’t focus on just one fish. When a drag queen pranced by with some cupcakes, he saw his out and took his leave of us. It wasn't long before Gene-Erik and I caught the train uptown.

Did I mention that I really shouldn’t have drank that much on a Wednesday night? Yeah.

That was the last DR!P of the season for me (since I missed it last week)! Click here to check out my first time.

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