On Saturday I saw Margaret Cho perform, as expected she was hilarious/fabulous. I think I can die happy now, I mean I’ve been a fan of hers since I was 8 and the only part of her act I could really “get” was her impression of her mom which will always remind me of my Japanse grandmother, so Saturday was 15 years in the making for me. Which reminds me, thanks to Margaret, I now know that I am “Asian Adjacent”.
In the excitement of going to see Ms. Cho I forgot that she had an opening act (yes, I was that excited) and I was surprised that I’d actually heard of him. When they asked us to welcome Ian Harvie it didn’t click right away, then he said he’s a transman, and then all the puzzles pieces fit; I had seen him on Cat on the Prowl on AfterEllen. After seeing his act, I ‘m pretty sure I’m an Ian Harvie fan.
All of this fabulousness happend in Red Wing, Minnesota at Treasure Island Resort and Casino. I was walking through and noticed the huge amount of Asians, gays, and gay Asians. I told Cayla “Treasure Island’s regulars have never seen so many Asians and queers. I mean some of these guys were probably in WWII, Korea or Vietnam. I love it!”
When we left for our two hour ride home it was dark and raining. Now when we came to the casino we turned left to get in, so when we left we turned right. It was not the right way and by the time we were headed in the right direction (with about 40 other cars behind us that realized they made the same “mistake”) it started to snow heavily. Cayla and I came to conclusion that to get back at us for robbing the natives of their land, they magically switched the roads to fuck with our heads. We also decided they must think that everyone’s got some sort of spirit guide to help figure out the roads, because there are no road signs or street lamps.
The snow was getting a little ridiculous, and Cayla was having a hard time keeping control of the car, so we kept an eye out for a hotel, I spotted a Super 8, but I didn’t notice it soon enough so we didn’t go there. A few minutes later I noticed a motel. I instantly regreted pointing it out. This place was straight outta Psycho I didn’t want to stay there. We knocked on the door and asked how much a room was and he said 50 dollars. Cayla asked if I had 50 dollars, I did but I lied (it was a combination of not wanting to spend 50 bucks and not wanting to stay there), Cayla knew I was lying and I paid.
The room was straight outta 1960 except for the TV which was straight out of 1992ish. We picked our beds and when I turned my covers down I noticed hairs on my sheets. Cayla accused me of being uptight for sleeping in my jeans, oxford shirt, and hoodie. All in all it was horrible. Cayla would argue that it was an adventure and I would argue it was 50 dollars spent to possibly get bed bugs. But seeing Margaret Cho definitely made it worth while.
BTW, it was TOTALLY AN ADVENTURE.
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