Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The Wabac Machine

It's 1995 and I am 19 years old.  I've gone with my roommates and friends to The Connection, Nashville's largest gay bar (I learned later that it had the largest dance floor across the country).  We watched the drag show and I was in awe, The Face and Grace of Stephanie Welles, The Pantomime Rage, Bianca Page (R.I.P), The Body Beautiful, Austria Andrews, The Original, Rita Ross and The Politically Correct Sex Kitten, That Girl all took the stage and performed their hearts out in every number.  Those bitches worked for their money.  After the first show was over, we headed toward the doors that separated the show bar from the dance bar and pushing forward with the crowd, my friend Rikke grabbed my hand spun at me and said, "This is my song!!!!  Let's go!" and we pushed through the crowd even harder.  Arriving dead center of the dance floor, we danced like we ruled the joint for 3 minutes and 11 seconds all thanks to the amazing Tatjana.  And without further adieu, I give you Santa Maria.  This will always be mine and Rikke's song.  At least for those memorable 3 minutes.