Sal just sang “La Vida Loca” in the Bourbon Pub for me, in honor of our first date 52 weeks ago today. And while he was singing it, the drag queen running the show grabbed his phone and started randomly calling people. I apologize to anyone she called.
She was DESPERATE to find Sal’s mother and call her, to tell her that her son was singing in a gay bar during Southern Decadence. I finally pawned her off on Joan, who cancelled her trip when things went to Hell this morning. The phone call she made to Joan with Sal’s phone — over the microphone, no less — will haunt me for years.
But she gave us free drink certificates and posed for a picture, so she’s aight in my book!
Here you go… share in the experience:
