I’m exhausted. Am I too old to keep up with New York (or to keep up with New York AND marathon train?). Yeah. Maybe. Probably.
After the trail run yesterday, we drove home, hit the showers and headed out almost immediately to happy hour at XL.
And see some cabaret performed by Bebe Zahara Benet, the winner of the first season of RuPaul’s Drag Race (Evan’s favorite show in all of the universe. He lights up like Vegas when he’s watching this show.)
It was an amazing show, and though, yes, several of the songs revolved around that sort of Most-Fabulous-Bitch-in-the-Room drag queen theme, an equal number of the songs were about loving yourself, moving on and up and never submitting to hate or misery. In between all the clapping and screaming and dancing, I realized, We could all learn a lot from drag queens. Face all of the bigotry and judgement they face in a lifetime, or even a DAY, and then sing a song about loving yourself, and don’t just sing it for yourself, sing it for everyone else too. It’s remarkable, really, that anyone could do that.
And now I need a nap.