"Don't Fuck With Me, Fella's!"

What a fun afternoon we had yesterday. Marlena’s, a fun little bar in Hayes Valley, held a benefit for the Breast Cancer Emergency Fund. They held a drag show, raffle, auction and a great barbeque. In honor of Mother’s Day the place was decorated with Joan Crawford memorabilia—mostly pictures and metal coat hangers. And they played her old movies. One scene in particular had Joan screaming at a group of men at a board meeting: “Don’t fuck with me, fella’s!” The bartenders kept rewinding the scene over and over, and each time the whole place yelled in unison with Mommy Dearest. It was a scream.

The drag show was fab, with a Joan look-alike and lots of fun talent. Marlena, a local celeb and Internet blogger I like to read, actually told us about the event. She performed a couple numbers and was great. Hey how could you lose with a name like Marlena performing at Marlena’s? Though she used a different stage name, she was still Marlena to me and Traci, my partner.

I got to ride the Harley to the benefit. It’s been a long time since I had the opportunity to ride it! That was so much fun. And I got to try out my new leather riding jacket too. It kept me nice and snug in the cool San Francisco weather. I wore the jacket, chaps and riding boots—all black, including a black helmet. Maybe I should have gone to a leather bar instead! Hmmm.