Celebrating with the Transvestites

It seemed particularly appropriate, given that I live in the West Village and am surrounded by Trannies. So when friend C. suggested Lips NYC I thought it was a great idea. We would go, be hit on by gay men dressed as women and enjoy a show. And it was. Located at the corner of Bank Street and Greenwich Ave (right behind Artepasta) at first you think you'll miss it until you notice the male mannequin in the window, dressed completely in a white unitard with lips all over it. Then you walk in, and are greeted by hostesses in ball gowns with opera length gloves. I feel like the "queens' are given pretty much free reign over what they wear. But the outfits are fantastic. And it is definitely the kind of place you go in a group. It was full of bachelorette parties and blow job shots were being handed out all over the place. And they were served exactly like this.

There were only two guys in the group (one being Boyfriend) and I could tell that while this wasn't the most comfortable he had ever been, he had to find it somewhat funny. It's fascinating to me that guys are so much more sensitive about this than girls are. They are really much more aware of what's going on with the "other side". We think drag's hilarious, especially when the guy is gay, but I always think that straight guys view it as something very odd. Of course that's for a different blog.

So we ate there, and it was a RIDICULOUS bill for some people in there twenties, but a lot of fun. The emcee was hilarious, and the routines were very funny. I watched the bachelorettes, who were all insane, obviously. I always admire women who have that many friends willing to take them for their "final" single night out and share in the wonderful nature of marriage. They were wearing light-up penises. Seriously.

So, anyway, happy birthday to me!