Drag Queens and Cannons

The fiesta is getting out of hand. They were still shooting the cannons off at 4 am. I am dragging and goofy today as a result of weird sleep. Quiet now but I have a feeling the music, fireworks and cannon will fire up soon.

One very funny thing happened today. I talked to my youngest daughter and we laughed over a mutual friend's status. Our friend is someone we both used to go to Possum Creek Church with, my daughter's age. This lady was worship leader at my Methodist church before they ran her off. She's had a belly full of religious misbehavior.

Ooops, there's that cannon!

Our friend just dj'ed a drag queen show, and the usual crew of hating haters who hate from Possum Creek flooded in. I poked one of them, Tom Smith my old bete noire.

My daughter talked about nearly joining me in poking Tom like a retarded badger with a sharp spoon. She pointed out that Tom had been in drag more than once at Possum Creek, playing his old church lady character.

ROFLMAO I had forgotten all about the Church Lady that Tom Smith did several times! The guy throwing shade at drag queens did what it essentially a drag queen show. The irony  is just too rich!

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