Expect the unexpected...
It's funny how when we expect the worst, more often than not, we're just being paranoid. At least that's the case for me.
I invited my mom and stepdad to have brunch at the place I work. We have this thing called, "Sunday's a drag". They have a great spread of food, and of course a show filled with sequins, chiffon and glitter. It's hosted by Donna Sachet and she has a gang of other drag queens performing.
It really is no big deal when you invite your parents to these things, but then again, my stepdad is a pastor. And of course, it being a Sunday, they came from Church.
As it turns out, he had the most fun. It was his idea to actually get pictures taken with the "ladies". While my mom just laughed along.
One of the people I work with were constantly asking how my parents were doing, I just looked at them and told her, "Uh hello, I AM their son you know". I really should have told myself more that.
It was a great Sunday.
I invited my mom and stepdad to have brunch at the place I work. We have this thing called, "Sunday's a drag". They have a great spread of food, and of course a show filled with sequins, chiffon and glitter. It's hosted by Donna Sachet and she has a gang of other drag queens performing.
It really is no big deal when you invite your parents to these things, but then again, my stepdad is a pastor. And of course, it being a Sunday, they came from Church.
As it turns out, he had the most fun. It was his idea to actually get pictures taken with the "ladies". While my mom just laughed along.
One of the people I work with were constantly asking how my parents were doing, I just looked at them and told her, "Uh hello, I AM their son you know". I really should have told myself more that.
It was a great Sunday.