I got invited to a concert to raise money for breast cancer research a couple weeks back by my friend Natasha. I love a good cause, so even though I’m not generally the concert-going type, I agreed.
Here is the outside of the venue. (As always, click the picture to make it laaaaaaaarger than life)
It says First Baptist Church, and it was clearly used as such at one time, but there were a bunch of scantily clad people walking around the church with various alcoholic concoctions. If all church services were like this, we’d be in good shape.
So I got my bracelet trumpeting the fact that I’m 21 (and then some), and walked inside.
Yes, that’s a 6’8″ drag queen wearing a cupcake dress. There were also dancing girls in corsets, pics of which I have elected to not include.
It was so much fun bathing in the victory of having a church, ordinarily a building that is functionally derelict, converted to a night club that raises money for science. I may or may not have said a little prayer of thanks to the FSM over my $10 drink.