In 2000, I met one of my idols, Debbie Harry of Blondie. One of the reasons I have always loved her is that she is so badass, has such an amazing voice, can play with the boys and hold her own, and she is also hot (see yesterday's post). So when I heard that she was going to be playing at Wigstock, I knew I had to go.
What is Wigstock, you ask? Ah, let me enlighten those of you who aren't aware. It is a now-defunct event (edit: Wigstock has apparently been reincarnated!) held on one of the piers in NYC that celebrates drag queens and gays and lesbians and transgenders and all that fun and rowdy stuff. A friend of mine (I will call him Merry Lad, or ML for short) had a friend who worked on the PR for this event. ML called me and asked if Hub and I would like to go...and oh yeah, he had backstage passes too. I was slightly intimidated...I mean, these men in dresses are hotter than most of us ladies could ever hope to be, and they can be, well, bitches. They have attitude. But, Debbie Harry was going to be there so I sucked up my fear/intimidation and said hell yeah, we're there.
We go and get our wristbands that say "talent" on them (hm, did people mistake me for a queen? I think probably no). We walk through the huge crowd of thousands to the backstage area. Wow, this was something to see. There were people all over the place in various stages of dress, prepping for their turn on stage. There were some singers, some dancers, some comedians, some general performers. It was so cool to watch them get ready...applying false eyelashes (which I could never do; I always seem to get glue in my eye), stuffing their bras (which, incidentally, I have never had to do), and walking in heels that were higher than the hair on their wigs (and that's pretty high).
Finally, I see Debbie Harry. She is hanging out with some queens, just talking and laughing and whatnot. I suddenly get shy and I can't think of a thing to say to her that won't sound lame. So Hub goes up to her and says, "my wife is a big fan, can she take a picture with you?" She rolls her eyes, sighs a breath of exasperation at being bothered by such boring, non-transgendered people, and nods yes. She was refusing to smile, until Hub was finally like, "people you better smile so I can finally take the picture!" So she smiled a big, fake smile, I assume just to get away from us. And then walked away like the diva she is. Hub was offended that she was rude, and while it would have been awesome had she invited us into her trailer for drinks and let me sing on stage with her, I thought she was just as I expected her to be. A punk rock diva with an attitude. And I loved her. We blew up the pic and it is framed in our basement bar.
But the best part of the day was when Hub has to use the restroom backstage. It was an outdoor event, so there were just two portapotties back there. There was a line. He gets on line, right behind a 7-ft tall (with heels) blonde drag queen who was so gorgeous. I am not really paying attention, until ML says to me - look! Hub is chatting up a queen! And I looked over and there they were, talking away,Hub in his totally white-bread baggy blue cargo shorts and polo shirt, and Queen in her heels, huge blonde hair, full makeup and beautiful super-short dress. Of course I took pictures. It was classic. And proves how comfortable Hub is in his masculinity - I was proud. Although it looks like "she" is ignoring him in the pic, the conversation went on for a good long while:
And, while still on line, a teeny tiny queen came up by Hub. She was a bitty thing and was basically doing the "pee dance" begging Hub to let her go in front of him. He let her. Time went on and on, and she wasn't coming back out. Finally, she emerged from the portapotty and whispered to Hub, "don't worry, I wasn't peeing, I was doing coke." Um, ok.
We were walking around backstage later on, and who do we see but Dan from the Real World Miami. My one friend gets starstruck by him (huh?) and she's like, I gotta say hi to him! So she goes up to him and says - Dude, you rock! He was like, um, thanks?
All in all, a good time. We were out of our element, for sure. But it was fun and I learned alot. But not how to apply fake eyelashes, unfortunately.