One day I will lead this dance at my Bar Mitzvah.
I first heard this song last Monday night at a club on Fire Island whilst waiting for a drag performance to start (side note: Wanda Sykes and Tim Bagley were standing behind me). When the opening notes landed every last queen in the place lost their damn gay mind. Drinks were discarded, chairs were shoved aside and all the little bootie shorts in the place got bouncin’. My little bootie shorts haven’t stopped bouncin’ since.
We were mixing whites and yolks for a mid-afternoon batch of scrambled eggs today, Sid and I, when he confided in me his latest musical leanings.
Sid: I have a new favorite decade of music.
Me: Oh yeah? Which?
Sid: The 70s.
Me: That’s a good one. Who are some of your favorite artists so far?
Sid: Umm, Fleet Macwood, Van Morris, Elton John.
Me: You know he’s playing the Chase Center in September.
Sid: Really? I figured he was dead.
The probability of me ugly crying tonight is exceptionally high to certain.