It's been four years since I dressed up as a Cuban dancer to help the American Cancer Society in Crane, subsequently losing an all-male fashion show to an 18-year-old whose upper regions leaked when the Jello he had stuffed in his makeshift bra made of gym socks began leaking. By the end of the night, he was just another flat-chested boy, but he smelled fruity. And he was funny.
My feet and calves killed me for weeks after dancing around the stage to "Man I Feel Like a Woman!" while wearing 6-inch stillettos. That night grew even worse when I had to listen to a 70-year-old man dressed like my grandmother spend the entire evening talking about his horribly painful shingles. But still, it was a fun and funny evening four years ago, and Thursday night was as well when I had the chance to do the dress-up thing for the Casa de Amigos' Celebrity Waiter fundraiser (Celebrity was questionable at best; waiter was an outright lie).
Funny is really the key thing here. If you can't laugh at yourself, life can become perfectly dreadful after a while.
Robin Williams did the drag thing. Dustin Hoffman too. Tony Curtis made a beautiful woman. Jack Lemmon was hilarious as a dame. And of course Uncle Milty was the drag queen to end all drag queens and until me, the ugliest.
But if you do everything right, bringing home a few laughs while dressed as a woman is almost guaranteed. Next to a pie in the face, it's one of the most certain ways of getting a chuckle out of people.
And I do think I made a heck of a geisha girl. Until my wife showed up with a similarly printed geisha gown. That's Karen in the green, I'm in the blue. (Now I know how real women feel when they show up and someone else is wearing the same thing they've spent hours shopping for, buying and getting in to.)
Our table, themed after the movie "Memoirs of a Geisha," won for best table of the night, but it likely had more to do with the mostly live koi fish in our centerpiece than anything I was wearing or doing.
I think I actually looked better four years ago as a Cuban dancer than last night as a geisha. I was much younger then. Nothing sagged in those days. My feet don't hurt as much as they did after a night in stilletto heels, but at least we helped a great organization.
And if you've ever wanted to know what my sister looks like, just check out the picture above. Sis is not Japanese of course, but dressed as a female, we look disturbingly similar.
One thing's for sure: I could never actually BE a woman. It's way too much work, and I could never hope to remember to keep applying lipstick throughout the evening.
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