Evan
My mom told me she had business with Mitzi since her boutique was nearly a week away from opening. Mitzi had a tight schedule, so Mom had to meet her at the club where Mitzi performs.
Somehow, my mom talked me into coming, claiming that the clothes Mitzi designed were too many for her to handle by herself. Plus, she said maybe I needed to have a laugh to perk me up since she heard Mitzi’s show was a fun one.
We walked in and quickly got a table near the front of the club.
“This is so cute here! So who do you think is a queen or a woman? I mean, have you ever seen RuPaul’s Drag Race? Some of those girls! Wow! I swear they are real women! They are so beautiful the way they do their makeup,” my mom babbled.
“You watch RuPaul’s Drag Race?” I asked her.
“Yeah, I’m fascinated by that
