After Roger’s fabulous White Trash Party on Saturday night Glitterbug, Betty Boop and I decided to stop by the Double Wide for a nite-cap. It only seemed appropriate, given our trashy costumes and all.

Whether you are in your black-tie best or your trailer park worst, few things are more fun than being the only ones dressed up for a night on the town. (Sure, everyone is dressed for a wedding or Halloween, so that’s not the same.)

Most people just don’t know what to do when the ‘unusual’ collides with the ‘normal.’ Typically they avert their eyes, giggle to themselves and/or whisper behind secretive hands. Occasionally you will get the brave few who actually chose to engage. Some are curious, some get the joke and play along (these are my favorites) and some are just mistaken altogether but are valiant in their attempt to logically place the misfit pieces into a smaller reality puzzle.

That’s the way I chose to explain why “John” mistook me for a drag queen. But in all honesty….can you blame him? Only a drag queen would run around looking THAT trashy.

Frankly, I consider it a trashy-fashion coup!