Let me tell you a story.  Grab a cup of tea, a pillow, a soft blanket, and curl up in the corner of your couch.  Knees up, cup resting on them.  There you go.  Now listen.

Sunday night particularly used to be reserved for staying in and taking care of laundry or any other household responsibilities one put off all week and weekend.  Now, thanks to a little thing called fifteen dollar pitchers of LIT's, you do all of your housewife/husband work on Monday's.  Play has a real winner of a night on Sunday's now.  Amateur drag shows, karaoke, and top40/old school music on the dance floor. 

Why is it so fun? Oh wait, you'll have to be let it on my group of debauchery divas that attend and get accosted by random patrons and employees upon every visit.  Let's have an introduction, shall we? In alphabetical order so that no one has their feelings hurt.


Adam, AKA, let me knock over a table full of drinks every Sunday night and perform a really bad version of a classic karaoke song.


Brooke, AKA, I like to make out with all the gay men, because it's required if you're gonna sit at our table. 


Derek, AKA, If there's a picture taken, I'm probably in it and maybe makin' out with Evan.


Eric, AKA, Even if the reason they're shining the spotlight on me is because im being beligerent, at least I'm in the spotlight! Right Girrrrl? CoCo CoCo.



Evan, AKA, I queen out only for Mariah, my camera dangles from my wrist, and if you're hearing people holler WHORE and pointing--I'm at the other end of the finger.


Julie, AKA, I broke my finger and lost a finger nail cause the sidewalk was talkin' shit and Russell's twig-like-arms couldn't handle this hot ass asian.


Katie, AKA, I just recently completed my first Sin Sunday and put a dollar between my ass cheeks for some ugly "IT" man to get out with his dollar general grill. 


Lauren, AKA, I really am THE alcoholic of the group.  Let's play quarter bounce off the drag queens. But where'd my gay boyfriend go? BOKAY!?


Lee, AKA, I'm the mature one of the group. If I even go.  I tend to just like the pre-party socializing.  Unlike the rest of these bitches, I have morals.


Russell, AKA, I have scabs and I have trouble keeping my shirt on, AND, I'm pretty.  I lose fights to sidewalks while carrying asians.


Sarah, AKA, Against doctors orders I fall down, I'm the gimp of the group and I like to sneak off behind Tribe for rendevous with Brooke.  My boobs are fabulous.

This is the clique.  Eleven different personalities and sexualities.  A-Sexual to Tri-Sexual.  No matter what the week dealt us in life, we always converge into one group and become a serious weapon of mass destruction on Sunday nights.  HOWEVER! Let me introduce to you the main reason we all attend Sin-Sunday's.  In fact, if you didn't fix yourself tea at the begining of this blog, then you might have fixed a cup of her.  Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you the most amazing thing to happen to drag since Seely posteurpedic....COCO!!!!!




MORE AMAZING PICTURES TO COME OF COCO!

Eric seems to think CoCo was a homeless man walking down the street and saw a sign that said Amateur Drag show tonight.  So he/she went to the Goodwill bought some high end fashion couture threw on some glitter, licked her lips and said, "Gimme a dollar!"

COME OUT NEXT SUNDAY...LOOK FOR US...THE ORIGINAL CLUB KIDS OF SUNDAY NIGHTS @ PLAY!!!!