Yesterday was my mom’s birthday and I wanted to find something cool to do…rather than head to a boring dinner and spend lots of money of food and an average time. After a brief search on the Washingtonpost for something to do on a Tuesday night, I found Drag Bingo at Nellie’s Sports Bar. My mother thought this was the best idea ever and so we plotted how best to get Phil there…we finally agreed that we had to tell him where we were going or he would kill us when we got there. At least Nellies has flatscreen TVs all over the place. So we ate some awesome food and had a few drinks. The drag queens brought my mom up for her birthday and sang to her and gave her a shot of vodka which promptly made her drunk. (she is a cheap date)
And then Phil went up front because he thought that he had bingo. After he was told to “sit his Nellie ass down” because he did not, in fact, have bingo, my phone buzzed with a text message from Karida…(of Neighborhood Fiber Company) It said, “Is Phil at home with you now?”
Well that seemed like an odd message so I texted back that he was with me and that we were at drag bingo. Apparently Karida was sitting at a table right up front and thought she saw Phil but didn’t want to assume because it was a gay bar and Karida herself couldn’t even get her partner to come out to Nellie’s for drag bingo…so she had carefully asked me not just if Phil was at home but also if he was with me so as to verify that I knew where my boyfriend was and that he wasn’t at a gay bar without my knowledge.
I found her up front, and we had a good laugh about the fact that knitters are literally everywhere and that you can’t seem to hide from them, even at drag bingo.