BEACH DAZED

You have no idea how much I was looking forward to getting away on vacation. Especially what with the goings on of the current administration and the other half still licking wounds. Traveling and getting away may be the only way to balance oneself again. If I was home and never traveled, I think I'd go nuts. I know, a short trip for me, right? But I digress. The beach for me is always my favorite place to go to feel free, relax, and get rejuvenated. Nothing like hearing the sea, smelling it, and feeling the sand under foot. Getting Thrasher French Fries with salt and vinegar, and enjoying some famous Dollies Saltwater Taffy. So, Rehoboth Beach was a very good respite after the hoopla of the gay pride festivities in NYC. Rehoboth is also making a rebound I feel...the pendulum seems to be swinging back to being more gay again. While not as gay as say Ptown or Fire Island, it is pretty gay and very gay friendly. The restaurants are incredible, there are no less than five different weekly drag shows, with guest queens from all over, and not drag race queens, but legends, like Coco, Bunny, Sherry Vine, Miss Richfield and the one who inspired me to start drag, Champagne Douglas. There is also 5 gay bars and dance clubs. Imagine? I danced my ass off for three hours at Deigo's Hideaway our first Saturday night. And the shopping?!?! Such stylish boutiques and shops, with clothing with some flair.  If you ever get the chance, check this gem of a beach out. And I highly recommend staying at the Rehoboth Guest House, run by a gay couple I know from the Woods Campground, Frank and Garrett. The rooms are unique, attention to every detail, a full-on, full-service breakfast every morning, with everything under the sun you could ask for, wonderful, friendly and attentive staff, freshly made Chocolate chip cookies all day, and a fully stock 24-hour coffee and tea bar, beautiful courtyard and grounds. Don't want to head to the beach? They have chaise lounges up on the second level for sunning. Excellent location right within blocks of all the action, and the gay beach, Poodle Beach.

I already have my next two stays booked their already for autumn and next summer. And take a gander at what I'm taking about with my favorite place.

Apparently in Rehoboth one can only get and give head in the parking only!

ADORED the trompe-l'oeil on the front of this house. 

I heard of Beach Bunnies but never actually saw one!!! I just had to get a snap and send it to Tundra Bunny. After I took the picture, that rabbit was rolling around in the sand having a high ho time. And speaking of ho's, a new square cut that matched a vintage tank perfectly.

The only problem staying at the guest house is all the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. And the blueberry pancakes that the house manager made for me remembering me saying I enjoyed them, not to mention made me special, some sausages when I got down to breakfast late and they were gone... and even brought them out to the courtyard for me. What a delight...and a wicked juice mixologist she was. It's a wonder that square cut wasn't cutting off my circulation kids.

And if your reading this and go and stay there tell them Maddie sent you.

MOOD BOARD

 

It just can't be Monday. It just can't! After two and half weeks off kids, it's back to work today. But how bad can it be? It's only three weeks till the next jaunt and more vacation time. And it's overcast, which makes it all the more hard to get up and ready. A nice time was had with a start at the Gay Pride festivities with the clan in NYC, followed by 8 days at the seaside and rounded out with a weekend trip at the Woods up in the Poconos. Very much relaxed and was nice to be offline for the most part...next to no news. But fear not, much happened while away. The old hypocrite Jimmy Swaggart kicked the bucket. Good. And the Dump and his minions continued to wreak havoc and pass their damn Big Ugly Bullshit Bill. Curses. And Rosie O'Donnell sent the Dump a rip roar of a response to him. Chuckles. And one of my Patron Saints, Dame Anna Wintour announced she was finally stepping down as Editor in Chief of Vogue. But this isn't the end. Oh no. She is going to have even more say and power within Conde Nast and I'm sure will still have her two cents in the mag, not to mention will still host the Met Gala. I say good on her!!! And one of my favorite things was when I got a few pics on my phone from Warbucks who was in the massive crowd in Budapest on defying a government ban that marked a major pushback against LGBTQ rights in the European Union. He sent me incredible pictures on the Liberty Bridge, which he showed me on my trip there, and was in awe of the huge crowd on the bridge and filling the streets. The good people of Budapest are to be applauded for giving such a huge middle finger. I will add that Budapest was a very lovely and stunning city, and a trip I enjoyed.

But it's Monday.

TWO TONS OF FUN

Well, the Mistress got in yesterday, but for one day, as tomorrow I'm leaving again up at, and my first of three shows on weekends of the season, at the Woods Campground. So, I will be back to regular posting on Monday. But couple of days ago I saw a swell mini docu on The Weather Girls. I have always adored Martha Wash and Izora Armstead, who started as back-up singers. The clip is truly from a different time in 1980. Today, I don't think many shows would feature footage of overweight gals eating. Then again, I doubt if the girls minded--their name was then Two Tons of Fun, and the segment was probably arranged by their publicist. Izora always seemed like a hoot, and Martha has the prettiest face, and she went on to a pretty big solo singing career of her own, not to mention lent her vocals to C&C Music Factory and Black Box. I don't care how they look when they sound so heavenly. You can believe if I have to put together a DJ list, one of their songs will make the list. And I'm sorry, no one, Todrick or RuPaul can ever come near the original It's Raining Men, in sound, vocals or the god awful cheap campy look of the video.

And of course, they got a name for themselves after Sylvester used them as his backup singers.

SUMMER POSTCARDS

 As we have two days left, some summer postcards...

Pimm's Cup

A candid shot of the Mistress on the boardwalk.

Drag pal, Magnolia Applebottom in Rehoboth always on point.

Drag March at NYC Pride. With our very own Fat Sissy right at the front line!

Now what trouble can I get into with two days left?