Last week I went out with everyone from work to welcome a new hire. I definitely wasn't expecting to end up in the EV at a gay bar with about five of them. Nonetheless, there we were, guys and girls, straight and gay. It was a great time, and I was definitely out past my bedtime for a weekday.
One of my colleagues, a woman named 'Vanessa,' decided it wasn't necessary to keep up her stiletto look, seeing that she was a straight woman in a gay bar, and changed into her flip flops. Fairly appropriate look for the dive bar that we were at I would say.
The next morning at work, she came barreling in the office exclaiming that during this foot attire switch she somehow managed to lose sight of one of her black high heels. She had already scoured her building lobby, called the cab company to report the missing stiletto and called two local precincts to see if it had showed up! I was in stitches as she me told me of all the trouble she was going to in order to track down the missing heel. You can imagine how the conversation with the people on the other end of the line went: "I am calling to see if anyone has turned in one black high heel shoe." "No ma'am, sorry to hear about your loss, we'll keep an ear to the ground should anything show up." [snickering] I think the best was trying to imagine what the guy at the gay bar was going to say when she was planning to call "Yes ma'am, we have a pile of about fifty heels in the back room if you would like to come take a look."
With no luck after all of her efforts, I am now switching my thoughts to a twinky East Village boy, who stumbled across the size ten heel on the street and is now limping around trying to be the best tranny she can be.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
tranny ferocia
Spring is here and the weather is really starting to turn around. It's my favorite season and I really do get excited about budding trees, flowers popping up and sleeping with my window open at night.
A couple friends and I decided to take advantage of this great weather this past weekend. Saturday was sunny and beautiful so we headed into the city to do the walk over the Brooklyn Bridge. It really couldn't have been a nicer day for it, blue skies, sun at your back and a warm breeze.
After we crossed over the bridge and got into Brooklyn, we had a little lunch and decided to plant ourselves on a bench by the docks to people watch for a couple of hours. What a cast of characters.
Apparently half of New York was getting married on Saturday and all of the wedding parties wanted to take their pictures down by the water. There were some interesting brides and wedding parties, including my favorite, Karmen. Karmen was this four foot ten bleach blonde Hispanic woman in a bright purple dress and silver heels. She was walking around like it was her first time in a pair of pumps and she was ferociously out of control. She rallied up her party and commanded control at every second. Whether it was setting up the best poses along the rail or fixing the brides dress, she had it covered. She also had the picture taking covered, with her camera phone and corresponding disposable camera. She really had us cracking up. I didn't want to see her trot out of my life, but the El Camino was fueled up and ready to go and off they went!
Between her and the"pimps and hoes" convention that was taking place to the right of us, it felt like we were at the circus. So thanks Karmen, for being the hot mess that you are.
A couple friends and I decided to take advantage of this great weather this past weekend. Saturday was sunny and beautiful so we headed into the city to do the walk over the Brooklyn Bridge. It really couldn't have been a nicer day for it, blue skies, sun at your back and a warm breeze.
After we crossed over the bridge and got into Brooklyn, we had a little lunch and decided to plant ourselves on a bench by the docks to people watch for a couple of hours. What a cast of characters.
Apparently half of New York was getting married on Saturday and all of the wedding parties wanted to take their pictures down by the water. There were some interesting brides and wedding parties, including my favorite, Karmen. Karmen was this four foot ten bleach blonde Hispanic woman in a bright purple dress and silver heels. She was walking around like it was her first time in a pair of pumps and she was ferociously out of control. She rallied up her party and commanded control at every second. Whether it was setting up the best poses along the rail or fixing the brides dress, she had it covered. She also had the picture taking covered, with her camera phone and corresponding disposable camera. She really had us cracking up. I didn't want to see her trot out of my life, but the El Camino was fueled up and ready to go and off they went!
Between her and the"pimps and hoes" convention that was taking place to the right of us, it felt like we were at the circus. So thanks Karmen, for being the hot mess that you are.
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