Possum Power

(from left: Keisha Lorraine, Gigi Monroe, Daphne Jenkins and Marsha Jenkins)

Girl, who knew East Point was so happenin'? Drag-O-Rama received a special request to participate in "Life is a Drag" a benefit show in support of Katrina relief efforts. The evening was organized by the energetic East Point Possums in conjunction with AIDS Survival Project and PALS.

The Jenkins clan arrived early to help whip the girls into shape. At first there were a few protests as Alexandria Martin, Momma Dale, and Dana started applying layers of base and wild false eyelashes. I assured the lovely Keisha Lorraine that she did, in fact, possess oodles of natural beauty. However, I explained that once we added the necessary unnatural elements, it would take her to a whole new level of exotica. Luckily, most of the girls relented as the photos attest.

Of particular beauty was Prissy Cilla who looked like she could have been a distant relation to Pinkie Jenkins once Alexandria was done painting her up. Her rollicking performance of "Here for the Party" kept the good times rolling after Gigi Monroe's classy opener, "Hey Big Spender".

Marsha Jenkins proved herself the consummate performer when she continued to mouth the words to the final chorus of "Since You Been Gone" even after the music mysteriously cut out.

Luckily, I experience no similar technical difficulties when I treated the masses to a funky version of "Groove Is In The Heart". I was a little nervous doing such an upbeat and peppy song given my typical manic panic style. To my surprise, I had a delightful time with the number and was complimented by both Alexandria and Gigi on my performance.

Poor DJ got mauled by Shenita Lott during her Gwen Stefani medley. The two wound up wrestling on stage like a couple of jail house vixens. That DJ is such a drag magnet. Hands off, b!tches. He's mine!

To no one's surprise, Alexandria Martin provided the showstopper of the evening with her electrical tape skirt that people could stick their tips to. Alexandria capped the number by pulling her wig off and applying it to the front of her sticky crotch, creating a make-shift hair pie for charity.

All the girls were called back on stage at the end of the show for an encore of "Lady Marmalade". Ever the divas, Alexandria and Bubba D. Licious declined to participate in the group number and sat down at the front of the stage. I, on the other hand, saw this as an opportunity to indulge in a little lesberific bumping and grinding with Marsha and Gigi.

All in all, the night was a rollicking success. Of course, it didn't hurt that we had such a great audience for the show. That stud, Oscar, dragged his adorable husband, Brian, as well as the irascible Jim and Eric along for the ride. Even Patricia Lopez was spotted grooving along to the tunes with her entourage.

I even made a few new acquaintances. DJ introduced me to several of his colleagues, including the sexy Shay and crazy Chris. Now these hotties, I can hang with. We also received several party invitations from numerous random stud muffins. I need to spend more time in East Point!

Of course, DJ had total drag overload the next day. So, we headed over to the Georgia Dome to watch the New England Patriots battle the Atlanta Falcons in a pulse-pounding showdown. DJ and I are both originally from Massachusetts, so we're naturally fans of the Falcons and the Pats. As a result, I found myself cheering for both offenses rather than for an individual team.

Our section was a frisky mix of die-hard Atlanta fans and wonderfully obnoxious visiting Massholes. One of the cuter boys starting flirting with DJ more and more as his intoxication level increased. By the fourth quarter, he was completely ignoring his girlfriend and rubbing his butt against DJ at every opportunity. I love the way beer consumption and heterosexuality have an inverse relationship with some boys.

In the end, that effective and insanely hot team of Tom Brady and Adam Vinateri carried the day. The Pats snatched a 3-point victory from the Falcons in the final seconds of the game. Because the ending was so close, everyone streamed out of the stadium at the same time. We only had to push a few children out of the way to get on a train right away.

Sadly, it was clear that the defeat had made some Atlantans a little cranky. When the driver announced that we would not be stopping at the next packed station to pick up any additional passengers, an 80-year-old grandmother suggested that we all "give the finger" to the disgruntled people waiting on the platform as we passed by. Thankfully, cooler heads prevailed and she settled for elatedly waving at them as we sped by. Go Granny!

Smooches,
Daph