2004-01-05
12:10 p.m.
Ryan and Henrriette came up from San Francisco for the new year and they went to Neighbour's (a club the gays like) on 80's night. Ryan likes to go early to observe people who are there "for aerobic exercise" as he puts it, and he talked about one guy doing donkey kicks off the side of the stage. He'd run up and vault off of it and kick his legs way high in the air. So I was telling this to Shane, and he said "Oh yeah, that's Tambourine Man." I said "What?!" and Shane said "Yeah, after he does those donkey kicks, he'll go out to his car and get some tambourines and do a more casual sort of dance around the edge of the dance floor." Me: "He's famous?" Shane: "Oh yeah. You should have seen him when Glo-Sticks were the new big thing. He would weave them all in his tambourines. He was very impressed with himself. He usually wears a satin tank top and satin running shorts." Then he started in on Diaper Man. "Have you seen Diaper Man? He's this 70 year old man who wears low-slung jeans so you can see his diaper and he hits all the gay bars on 12th street." Me: "How can you be sure that's not an adult undergarment?" Shane: "Oh, it's a diaper. He'll tell you all about it. He wears a diaper, he wants you to wear a diaper, he has a huge playpen at home and great big bottles...he wants to party."
Pause.
"Oh, and have you ever seen Opera Man? Well, he might be dead by now. But he lives in West Seattle and he wears a Speedo without irony - he's probably German, only Germans can do that - and every Saturday he wears his Speedo and walks his six corgis while singing opera at the top of his lungs. He sings for miles. Those poor dogs."
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