So the first thing we did Sunday night, in addition to dealing with some peripheral drama, was go down to the Hi-Hat for the Legends (and Fairy Tales) calendar release party and benefit for AIDS Care Ocean State. In case you have no idea what the hell that is, a bunch of drag queen do-gooders get together, take some themed glamour shots and JDHS Photos works them into a 2010 calendar that they peddle for $15 a pop. Simple enough of an idea, but the shit works!

We walk into the Hi-Hat to find every gay community bar/restaurant/establishment owner in the land present and staring at the pint-sized stage in the corner of the room. In case you’ve also never been to Hi-Hat (like us), we always thought it was some silly old people lounge meant for performers and musicians tucked away in Davol Square. Well, in addition to us being right about that, it’s also a restaurant/bar with tables and booths setup dinner-theatre style. Actually totally cute. So, the girls in the photos in the calendar get all put together like they were in the photos, then do a number. Twelve numbers… in a row. This is when we realized that the Hi-Hat, with it’s ample seating, soft lighting and restaurant is the ONLY place where they were going to get us to sit through 12 (12!) drag performances in a row. Given, they were good — Sabrina Blaze was absolutely magical as Cruella DeVille from that dog movie, she even sang (as she tends to do) with piano backup. Worth the money? Yeah, why not.

So after that we move it over to State for our last Halloween party of the year — State of Fear. Yes, people dressed up. We have no idea where you bitches get the time to put together four Halloween costumes, but it was fun. We floated shot cups of Pop Rocks inside large cups of Belvedere IX, and although we already knew it tasted terrible, the Pop Rocks had a very visible effect! We put the rocks together with a bottle of champagne and our mouths foamed up like we had rabies. Good times.

As usual, by 12:30a the bar collapses into a big sticky mess with Chris Harris throwing Jager shots around the bar and dollar bills (real ones, wft) flying through the air.

Well, you can’t really argue with that.