I am going to preface this story by saying that this has nothing to do with food, rather, it is something that I find rather humorous. The story of how my best friend and I picked up a gay flight attendant is a roller coaster from start to finish, but probably one of my favorite ones to tell.
It all got started when my best friend, Andi, and another friend of ours, we will call her Jane, all came to my house on one of my days off. I’m not sure what our original plan was, probably just hanging out watching TV, non-the-less we decided it would be fun to dress up and go to Mad Myrna’s. Now let me explain a little bit about Mad Myrna’s, it is most likely the only gay bar in Anchorage and hosts a killer drag show on the weekends. The place is always packed, people of all orientations show up to watch Drag Queens perform their numbers and twerk better than I would ever be able to. Now this particular trip was my first experience of any kind with a drag show, and boy was it memorable. We reached the club in the middle of a performance and promptly ordered drinks, in retrospect I should have been keeping track of how much my two friends were drinking, but I was the driver so was letting them have some fun. Miraculously enough there were a couple of chairs available at a table with another patron, we asked if they were being saved and soon enough had the last seats in the house. And that kids, is how we met John.
The rest of the night was spent in good cheer, with drinks and one dollar bills being tucked into various items of clothing. Performers sang incredibly inappropriate versions of popular songs, twerked while in a handstand, and pulling a surprise penis squirt gun from the only place that makes sense. OH! Sidebar, one of my favorite performers is a Drag King named Hank who hosts the shows regularly, a quality performer with an amazing sense of humor. We are friends on Facebook. Andi actually stuck money down the King’s pants without realizing that there was nothing (i.e. a penis) in said pants, long story short, my friend didn’t know that this dude was actually a girl in fantastic make-up. I never let her forget it or let her live it down. We have gone back a few times since the night currently in question, and without a doubt Hank is still our favorite part of the show.
Now back to your regularly scheduled program. Throughout the night we got to know John fairly well, he was a sweet guy in town for a long layover and we bonded over our miserable love lives. The four of us had fun cheering on performers and John gave us dollar bills to tip those that really impressed us (we were wholly unprepared). Jane, as it turns out, is a regular to the show and was name dropped by the secondary host for humors sake. To conclude the show the performers all line up on the stage and everyone can take pictures with the ladies. The sequence of events is still unclear to me, but Jane switched shoes with a Queen and Andi groped said Drag Queen’s boobs (with consent). I am so sorry, I truly thought that picture evidence existed.
After the show it became obvious that Jane was too drunk to function, so before things could escalade anymore we decided it would be a good idea to head out. Before we left we offered to give John a ride back to his hotel, the caveat? He had to help us get our drunk friend into her house. That particular task turned out to be much more difficult than originally anticipated, but having a guy there to help get her up the stairs was more than a little valuable. After that we took our time getting John back to his hotel, loud music and talking for a few minutes before parting ways. We stopped so John could pick up some cigarettes because his mysteriously vanished. (Later my mom found them wedged between the seats of her car, I ended up not having the heart to throw them away.) And he adorably tucked my car’s block heater cable back into the grill wondering why there was a power cable sticking out of my car. Before he left John made sure that we both had his number and friended him on Facebook, and we set up a chat between him Andi and I. As the two of us drove away from John’s hotel we started cracking up in disbelief of the fact that the first stranger either of us had “picked up” was a very gay man who soon started calling us his “Alaskan Girls”.