Leisha Hailey, Kate Moennig, Clea Duvall and Camila Grey in person or ‘Best Day EVER’
I’m never going to be a professional writer. My will to procrastinate is shocking. That and I just don’t like writing that much when I have to do it. I’d rather write a couple sentences of my column and make 3 message board posts, another few sentences, then a journal entry. Seriously, what is with that? I think I need to just take a nap and get up to finish this, because it just is not happening right now.
Instead, I will tell you a story. It’s a tale of lesbian heaven in a land called Lick. Wait, starting at the beginning first. I’m in Vancouver. Got here yesterday after being bumped off the plane/kind of threatened/humiliated by three different Air Canada staff members. As I told Christel, I got pretty much emotionally raped by Air Canada. Also, I went out the night before to celebrate the end of our program/job with some now ex coworkers at the Gas Pump. Two separate straight boys tried to sleep with me. Hardcore. I think it’s because I was wearing the dress I bought myself that day. Hottest frickin dress ever. Anyway, I had lots of fun but went to bed drunk and woke up very hungover and threw up like 15 times before even getting into the airport. Then, ya know, the emotional rapeage. Not a good start. But that’s alright, things picked up.
Okay, I know my blog posts always meander but this is a new record. I officially apologize to anyone reading this.
So, I got to Van eventually. We went for dinner at the best Mexican restaurant I have ever been to, no joke. Me and Julio, check it out. I came back here and chilled out, waiting to see if I would hear back from anyone in time to go out to a gay bar, like I’d been hoping since I planned this trip. I’d never been to any queer bar here and I’m almost 23, it’s time! Eventually Christel gave me a shout (thanks Tegan and Sara for making fans so obsessive they will meet each other after only talking like 3 times online, heh) and we decided to go to Lick.
Lick was okay. Much smaller than I expected and the music was just terrible. Top 40/Madonna/Britney and nothing even remotely lesbionic. It was packed and there was a weird vibe. Christel and I couldn’t freaking talk because the music was blaring. I swear it got louder as the night went on.
Wow, how is it taking so long to get to the awesome part? LESBIAN mother fucking HEAVEN. Christel looks behind her and says “Is that Clea Duvall?”. I’m fully expecting to look and see some girl maybe vaguely resembling her and a lot of wishful thinking since Vancouver or not, it just seems too ridiculously random. But nope, there she is, just sitting at the bar. I don’t confuse actors with characters, but that’s the woman that brought Graham Eaton to life. I spent my teens looking for a Graham and idolizing Clea. And I’ve probably seen But I’m a Cheerleader almost as many times as Rocky Horror.
So I start to say “Oh my god, that is Clea” and as the words are coming out I realize something else, adding “And that’s Leisha Hailey” as Leisha turns around. Then Kate Moennig. And Camila Grey. And we spaz. A lot. Not outwardly, but man were we both freaking inside. I’ve loved Leisha since All Over Me and the Murmurs. Now I love her as part of Uh Huh Her with Camila. I was also ecstatic to see Clea and Camila making out because I’d been hearing rumours that they were a couple but no one was really sure. We witnessed it ourselves.
They all left so we sat down at the end of the bar where they’d been, spazzing some more. Clea and Camila never came back, but Leisha and Kate did. Actually those two kept popping in and out. I assume Kate really is that bad of a chain smoker but I’m not sure since they also just seemed terribly hyper. They were dancing around with each other rather adorably. They were definitely touchy, I think it was a best friend thing, Christel thinks it might’ve been more. Who knows.
We didn’t talk to them or anything, neither of us thought it right to bother them. A few people did, taking pictures in a rather rude fashion or just pestering them, but they were mostly left alone which was kind of surprising. Lesbians are usually crazier.
I certainly love me some Kate Moennig but she wasn’t as stunning as she is in print and on tv. I mean, she was absolutely beautiful (and skinny as all heck, although both were less thin and short than I would’ve expected from what you usually get with tv stars who are often emaciated midgets in real life) but not like ‘holy shit gorgeous’. She was basically as pretty as the hottest chick at the bar and seemed quite a bit more outgoing than I would’ve expected.
Now Leisha was significantly more gorgeous than she is on television. Total beauty. Also, everyone was dressed very normally, no bizarre Alice type clothing in sight. Someone was complaining later that they seemed snobby but I got the impression, just from sitting two feet away from them for a half hour or so, that they were sweet and warm. Really, they seemed to be in a great mood. It was neat to watch, when I stole occasional glances and tried really hard not to stare, surprisingly successfully most of the time.
Yeah, it’s silly, they’re just people. But I still feel all melty inside.
And Kate brushed up against Christel for 5 whole seconds. Lucky ass bitch. I had the better view though :P
[not only is the first time I've been able to use a Kate icon in an actual relevant way, but the fact that 3 out of my 15 icons are her, tells you how amazing this was for me]