Drag Shows and Brushes with Spectacular Firey Death!

Thursday was Fake Mustache. I didn't do anything during the day, except go over my songs once or twice. They were the kind of songs where I didn't have to go over them obsessively, so I didn't practice all day. Em, who is my ride-giver now that she's living way up in the north, gave me a ride to the Soda, though we were nearly late due to trains and bad traffic. Kait's car scares the crap out of me. I got in and mentioned that it didn't sound quite healthy and all Em's response was 'Just you wait until we get on the Deerfoot.' The wonderful chugga chugga chugga sound is apparently due to a cracked axle, which meant the wheels could fall off and send us all to a spectacular firey death.
It was all very reassuring.
The show went well, despite Trevor's nerves (which nearly made him pass out at certain points, nearly all the kings watched him throughout the night to make sure he was encouraged and breathing properly). I did two Jonathan Coulton songs, which were fun. I wish there was less awkwardness backstage, though. I guess it's to be expected, what with all that's been happening, but I just - remember what it was like when the troupe wasn't split off in to separate groups of people on one side or another or just plain confused and trying to be neutral. There were several angry break-up songs in the show.
After it was over I went and crashed at Trevor's house, where the cat tried to sleep on my stomach all night. It's very cute, but purrs like a freaking harley and that's not quite so cute when it's keeping me awake.
Friday was Kait's birthday party. Trev and I went and bought her presents (almost all of them rainbow) during the day, and then hopped on the bus to Swan's Pub in Inglewood. The party was sweet, though I nearly died because Trev made a wisecrack whilst I was taking a drink. Jerk. People kept coming and leaving, rearranging the tables constantly and driving the poor waitress nearly crazy because no one would stay in the same seat for more than five minutes. It's ok, though, she was a good sport about it and I'm sure everyone tipped her well. There were plans to kidnap her and drag her to the next show, which she seemed to think more fun than working.
Got sick yesterday. Still not quite sure what I have, just feel really crappy. I've been having a lot of hot baths because I can't warm up. Drinking lots of tea. Mmm...tea. I still managed to enjoy the beautiful weather today, though. I freaking love spring. And warmth.
I need a job. Bah. After I get better. I hate being sick.