In honor of hump day I thought I'd share some DC gays of our life moments brought to you by Dale and the letter Q.
As I was getting my hair did yesterday along with other maintenance that remains between me and my stylist and my aesthetician, I had finished up and was taking care of the bill when a gentleman who was definitely of the ro-sexual variety came up and said "I'm here for my eyebrow appointment," and then realized that I was standing behind him....judging... as I do... and wouldn't you know it he got all flustered, whipped out his blackberry and tried to be all technological and masculine.... what was going through my head? "Whatever Mary, be proud that you're taking responsibility for that caterpillar that's crawling across your forehead."
So I had to call several bakeries to get appointments to discuss cakes for an event I'm planning for my parents anniversary, and getting a modified wedding cake in DC isn't as easy as I thought. ANYWAYS, I had not one, but two bakers ask me if this was for a wedding or comittment ceremony.... ahhh the political correctness of DC. I kinda wanted to say it was for a midget inter-racial bi-sexual polyamorous union that will be handicapped accessible, but I held my tongue... and if you've ever met me that's a feat in and of itself.