Farewell ATL

(The police lineup: Sheila Watkins, Deena Daintymouth, Prissy Cilla, Daphne Ruth, Marsha, VD, Bo Lims, Velma, Momma, Pinkie & Linda)

After nearly eight years living in Hotlanta, it's finally time to move on. When Velma and I took our trailer off its blocks and headed down here from the northeast, we were planning to spend two...maybe three years in the South. However, once we sampled a little of that southern hospitality, there was no returning to the cold North for us.

Alas, time moves on and so do drunken drag queens. At the end of the week, I'll be heading to Louisville, Kentucky. Velma will be staying behind to tidy up the trailer park and will be joining me shortly thereafter.

My lovely sisters over at Drag-O-Rama threw us the most lovely Bon Voyage party last weekend at their new home, the Hen House. Linda Hand and Bo Lima Jenkins even hitchhiked down from Charlotte, North Crazyland for the event. Linda looked disco-rific in a platinum blonde Farah flip wig. Bo Lima spent an eternity in the bathroom with head model Marsha B. Jenkins and came out looking like Mini-Marsha. According to Linda, Bo is the new and improved model. That may be so but there's nothing like the classic.

Apparently, the whole Jenkins clan was out to confuse our fans; Marsha decided to dress as me for the night. Get this: she wore clothes! Instead of her usual panties, bra and fur coat ensemble, she wore a smart retro USO pantsuit. She looked ready to raise the morale of our troops alright. Velma also paid a little hommage to me by wearing my cherry red Medusa hair. However, the rest of her ensemble was pure Velma.

Meanwhile, Pinkie and Momma dressed as each other. Momma put on Pinkie's orange faerie wig and kept pointing people to the buffet. Pinkie wore Momma's Vegas In Space wig and kept losing track of the conversation.
Once the sun went down, the stream of guests was incessant. Cindy Jenkins came all the way from Valdosta flanked by her fabulous Pussy Posse. Freaktavius was there with his love slave, VD Jenkins, who looked just like a young Carole Channing. Hello Dolly! Momma did a lovely job painting VD up. As Momma explained, "It's easy working with such a small canvas. Painting her entire face is like doing one of my eyes." Alexandria Martin blew through with a tasty piece of chicken on her way to another exclusive engagement. Even Gigi Monroe stopped by to wish us luck and to show off her new boy toy. I wouldn't mind playing with that for a while!

Annabelle Larue's half-brother Omar had to keep her locked in the attic. Apparently she hadn't taken her meds that day and had to be left at home. However, he made up for it by bringing us a lovely parting gift, Flippy!

Our crazy cousins, the East Point Possums also arrived with a very thoughtful gift: jello shots. Prissy Cilla, Shenita Lott and Deena Daintymouth really know how to keep the good times rolling. Beth had a similar idea and brought along a few bottles of wine. The fine vintage went wonderfully with the spray cheese toast that Momma made in honor of the occasion. Oscar and Bryan brought along one of the best gifts of all, their well wishes and their handsome mugs.
Well, before we got the Jenkins clan evicted from their new home, we decided to move the party to Mary's in East Atlanta. Since it was karaoke night, you simply couldn't keep the Jenkins girls off the stage. Velma started out with a transformative rendition of David Bowie's "Changes". Next up was Pinkie with her raucous take on Kenny Loggins' "Footloose". I dedicated my number to Atlanta and then tore into hometown legend Gladys Knight's "I've Got To Use My Imagination". We ended the set by getting the entire clan on stage to sing our signature anthem, "We Are Family".

Naturally, there was plenty of drama backstage. Marsha was being a little mean by taunting our petite and prim cousin Sheila Watkins about her dress being a little tight. The next thing you know, Marsha literally burst out of her outfit. I'm not sure if it was karma or if her body simply rejected wearing clothing.

I'm certain there were other guests of note and that I'm forgetting a ton of important events. But, what do you want? I was tore up! Good thing there's plenty of photographic evidence of our escapades that night. Check out Omar's post as well as the Possums's photosite for all the gory action.

Extra big smooches to everyone who helped make our send-off so outrageous. I don't know how Looseville, Kentucky is every going to compare.

Smooches,
Daph