Friday, August 08, 2014

Beach Blast



I volunteered a couple weeks ago to help the director of a large GBLT event. I spent a full day painting a dance floor that was about 100x100 ft and also mounting about 40-50 flag poles to a fence and in the sand, I think it was quite an effort on my part. Two days later I was asked if I would take part in the "Drag Race" event on the beach, I was told that the lady organizing the volunteers had no one to take part in it and it was to help open the beach event, so "Easy Lou" accepted.

It's not as if I didn't want to, but the first day the event owner seemed to be a little indifferent towards me, not even thanking me for my effort, and didn't even tell me he was leaving after leaving instructions of what needed to be done, so I finished the job with one other person.

Saturday I showed up at the scheduled time (dressed en-fem this time). The lady running the volunteers had to get a few of her girlfriends to dress as guys "Drag KINGS" and there was one Drag Queen, and myself a Cross-dresser. We were taken from the Claridge Hotel to Florida Ave (about a mile) in rolling chairs, interestingly I was born in AC and used to spent most of my life on the Boardwalk till I was about 20 years old and never rode in a Rolling Chair, it was a first for me.

When we got to our destination we had to pose for some photo shoots, (I am a camera lens hag) so it was fun for me, I felt like a movie star. We went onto the beach and after some introductions of who we were we had to compete in a "Drag Race" in the sand with high heels on and around two markers for 4 laps, about 400 feet. If anyone knows me, I've kept in pretty good shape between cycling and running 3 days a week with each sport. Let me tell you, even the girls kicked my ass, I was so embarrassed I came in last.


But the part that really upset me was when I wanted to introduce my wife to the event owner and he didn't have time, you can bet I won't help out again.