I
haven’t traveled by plane for quite a long time; I think this may be my first
trip somewhere since 2003. I was fortunate enough to have someone make
all the arrangements for my trip to Milwaukee to attend my friend Dave's
Funeral.
All I had to do was get on the plane. Just before I got to San
Diego Airport I get a call from my friend Paul advising me of some issues at
the airport in Chicago. Well, I'm not a seasoned traveller, so I checked
my bag curbside and asked the man about the issues in Chicago. He said we were not aware of any issues yet; everything should be "OK” I thought well,
ill go to the ticket counter inside and ask them.
Ummmmmmmm
yeah, that line was a 1/4 mile long. So I proceeded to the gate, Now I hate to generalize or enforce stereotypes, but the GAYEST crewmember was at the gate, so I asked him about the situation. He said, "oh dear, everything should be fine by the time you arrive in Detroit."
Flaming
and dumb are now my least favorite personality traits.
I
get on a plane, and I fall asleep for a couple of hours only to wake up to an
email from Delta letting me know my flight from Detroit to Chicago had been
cancelled.. FUUUUUUUUUCKK
I
check online, and there are no flights available from Detroit to Milwaukee.
But, of course, by that time my friend Paul had handled the situation.... Much
better than I would have, he had already booked me a ticket on Amtrak. Business
class of course. At one point, I was seriously considering turning
around and going right back home. YES, I had a panic attack. But this
is for a funeral; this isn't about me, or how cute I would have looked in the
new outfit I bought or if I was gonna look cute for the men of Milwaulkee when
we hit the town. It's about Dave and his
family and Paul and us being together. Yes, of course, I almost lost my shit, but
good friends came together and got me grounded. After calling my friend
Steve and also talking to Paul, I realized that leaving would have been a very
selfish thing to do. Paul has put so much work into organizing a
beautiful funeral for Dave. I had spoken with Dave's father yesterday, and
we had a nice talk about our feelings about the weekend to come.
My luggage was...somewhere that they can't get to at
the moment. There
were nearly 2000 flights cancelled today in Chicago, lots of luggage to deal
with going to places all over the world. I only had the clothes on
my back; the train wouldn't get into Chicago until after 11PM, and then we had to drive to
Milwaukee, and the funeral is at 10AM the next morning. So, of course, my
lovely friend Paul went clothes shopping
for me. WOW, talk about feeling loved. Then I had another disastrous
thought hit me. My medication is in my suitcase. Well, luckily for me I have another great
friend. Franko from Walgreen’s Community Pharmacy that has arranged for
me to get a small supply of my medication at a 24-hour Walgreen’s pharmacy in
Milwaukee very close to my hotel.
As soon as they do get my luggage they will bring it to my
hotel, but they also asked for my home address because who the hell knows how
long all this will take.
The
cab ride from Detroit Airport to the train station was fairly long, most
expensive cab ride I have ever had. I
tried Lyft and Uber, but no luck. I
arrived at the train station a couple of hours early and the man at the counter
told me about a nice little hole in the wall bar with a “good kitchen” named
Z’s Kitchen. It was tiny, and there were mostly regulars but the food was very
good and lord knows I needed a cocktail or two.
After a little chat with some locals, I headed back to the train
station. The business class car in this
neck of the woods is completely different than what we have in California. I had to go up and get my own shit from the
café car!! Can you imagine?
I
was just starting to get my groove on writing this story, so I wanted a glass of
wine… NOPE!! No more wine. OK, by now
I’ve about had it. SO it was on!! I’ll have a double Jack & Coke, please.
Hindsight is always 20/20, and
I realized as we were approaching Kalamazoo that Cheri could have picked me up
from the airpor,t and we would have been able to spend some time together before
jumping the train in Kalamazoo.
My first time in Detroit |
I had said good-bye to Dave
in so many ways so many times, but this was it, our final goodbye until we meet
again somewhere after I am gone from this earth. Dave’s dad wanted the full ceremony and Paul
went above and beyond Dan’s expectations.
We had a violinist and a cellist.
The minister was visibly emotional, and to me that told me she really
cared about what she was doing, this wasn’t just another appointment in her
book of funerals and wedding for the weekend.
We each said a few words
about Dave, his father commenting on how both of his sons, his only children
had both gone before him, and that wasn’t how it was supposed to be. The Urn containing Dave’s cremains were
placed into the ground, and Dan placed the first amount of dirt into the
ground. I being the dramatic queen that
I am sobbed as I scattered rose petals into the ground on top of Dave. In the back of my mind I heard Dave saying
FAG!! That made me feel
better; it made me feel close to him.
We left the cemetery for a
beautiful luncheon that Paul had pre arranged at the Milwaukee Museum of Art. There we beautiful books placed at
the table for us. One was all about the
museum, the other a book about Andy Warhol’s art in the last ten years of his life. Paul thought of everything. After lunch, a glass of
champagne and a glass of wine, I was ready for a nap…. A 5-hour nap.
Walking up to the Museum |
The ceiling above us at the museum |
View walking next to the Museum on Lake Michigan |
Paul scooped me up and took
me to dinner at a Tapas restaurant that was AMAZING! He knows the Chef, and she went out of her way
to make sure we enjoyed the experience.
If you are ever in Milwaukee make sure you visit Ginger its in the Fifth
Ward on 2nd street. There
were quite a few newer establishments that were filled with laughter and
music. This is also the street that a bar named 219 was. Now vacant it used to be a very jumping gay bar, it also happened to be where Jeffrey Dahmer used to meet some of the young men he preyed upon.
I have a fascination with serial killers, and seeing this place was just
beyond any expectations I had for this trip. We all have quirky things we
like. I have seen every film and
documentary about Dahmer, and when I posted the photo to Facebook I got some
very mixed comments, some of which were very strongly against this idea that I
thought seeing this place was “cool”. I
get it serial killers are not everyone’s cup of tea.
Club 219 |
We visited a few gay bars
that night; very neighborhood type bars that I liked very much, but at that
time they weren’t very busy, so we headed to a drag show at a club names La Cage. Now I must admit I am a drag snob, I’ve seen
shows all over the country I’ve seen the best of the best and the worst of the
worst. This was somewhere right in
between. The first queen came out in a
FLAWLESS black foxtail full-length coat.
I could hear the first few notes of one of my all time top 5 favorite
songs. The Glamorous Life By Sheila
E. awwwwwwww fuck, bitch didn’t know the
words. The reveal hidden under the coat
of her very tiny costume and rather large titties were lost on me. Don’t come to me not knowing the words to
the song.
Then 2 songs later a girl
that looked like she got her gown at a bridal shop did the very same song, just
by a different singer??? Ummmmmm
OK? Another queen did a mash up of that
Anaconda Nicki Minaj song. She was
wearing green sequin short shorts, and when she turned around she had ZERO
BOOTAY. Pad that ass bitch; you’re
putting on a show here! Then that bridal
dress girl came out again in a dress she looked like she picked up at Forever
21 and stoned it with plastic beads from Michael’s Craft Store. Oh and then there was another girl doing that
Anaconda song… REHEARSAL ANYONE? Shit..
the place was very nice, great stage, good looking men, great bar. So not all was lost.. I just saved a few bucks by not feeling
impressed by some queen coming out in a big afro performing to Pride, A Deeper
Love from 1991…. YAWN!!!!
So after not meeting Mr right
now, it was time to head back to the hotel.
A decent nights sleep, woke
up had some hotel room coffee, then took a walk to Starbucks and by Lake
Michigan, which I could see from my hotel room. I wish I had more time to spend in
Milwaukee and maybe even some time in Chicago, but the fact that it took me
about 7.5 hours more traveling time, kind of set our schedule off for the
majority of the weekend.
But I was there for a purpose, and that was to say a final good-bye to David Zabludowski. Spend time with his family and my new friend
Paul, who was friends with Dave since high school. It was a fast trip, but I felt like a VIP
thanks to Paul. I enjoy Dave’s
father Dan and his stepmother Joyce. I
have no grandparents left to call and send cards to, so I’ve kind of adopted
them as mine.
So all in all the trip was
fast and furious. But we did it! Mission Accomplished.
Good bye my dear friend
Dave! I miss you greatly!
2 comments:
Awesome! Such a nice remembrance to your friend Dave. I laughed out loud at the funeral scene. Beautiful pictures. Well done!
I'm finally on board to read your blogs! I'm now looking forward to reading more stories!
-Mykie
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