Last night we celebrated Blanca's birthday (yes, again!) at a lovely Vietnamese restaurant here in San Francisco. Our party was comprised of fifteen gay boys and one Cha Cha diva. As the hostess led us into the main dining room to our table, I noticed that a table of two ladies and one large queeney man were staring at us.
As we sat down, I turned to Mahogany Sparkle and asked why they were staring at us. We couldn't figure out why they were staring, but suddenly, the blonde lady approached our table and exclaimed, "We just saw your show! I'm sorry to disturb you, but could you sign our playbill?"
We were all somewhat perplexed, but Pork Chop rose to the occasion and offered to sign the ladies' "Jersey Boys" playbill. In fact, he claimed to be the lead in the play - the Frankie Valli character!
I could barely contain my laughter as the blonde Jersey girl and the red-headed Walnut Creek resident posed for pictutres with our table and very appreciatively approached each of my friends, asking for an autograph. Meanwhile, their big queeney friend looked skeptical and we thought he would reveal their error, but they didn't seem to realize they had mistaken a gaggle of gays for the cast of the "Jersey Boys."
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THAT, Panda!!!, is fucking hilarious!
Hey this one time, my friend Ratboy was getting all this attention and service and free shit at an Italian restaurant in NYC, and couldn't figure out why, until at the very end when they asked his gf if she was an actor, too ... sloooowly they figured out (around the time the owner asked for a photo with him) that they all thought he was Michael Imperioli (aka Christuphuh Moltisanti). He just played along ... and to be safe, never went there again.
THAT was hysterical. They were so sorry to have bothered us! I think trick-she's response was pretty appropriate: "They must have had really shitty seats!"
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