Last night we went again to the usual upscale Italian restaurant we normally go to…perhaps for the last time. No, nothing out of the ordinary happened. The obnoxious cross dresser was there along with Liz, myself and a recovering older person who needed assistance So we were able to stop and give her a ride. She is recovering from a fairly serious foot operation.
It was interesting in that we had a chance to really talk to her by herself. She was talking about how long it took to establish a feminine life and how she didn’t really want to be seen with anyone closer to home who could tie her back in with her old masculine life. She has established herself as a new member greeter in her church. Plus, she is a board member of the “Rosie Reds” a women’s auxiliary of the professional baseball Cincinnati Reds. At the age of eighty, she has established herself as everyone’s grandma.
As we talked, I had a chance to insert how bored I was with going to the same place all the time, not to mention how tired I am with the same old bullshit from the obnoxious cross dresser.
Due to our upcoming vacation, plus a ghost tour we are going on, I won’t have to worry about seeing him for at least a month.
Unfortunately, that isn’t quite true because this Thursday we are going to another social the night before we leave for Colorado (from Ohio). The cross dresser nearly always comes but there are plenty of other transgender peeps to interact with. It should be interesting this week because the venue is being moved from a local small independent restaurant who didn’t want to stay open past nine for us, to a large corporate restaurant/bar. As a former restaurant manager myself, I am sorry to see us move. On the other hand I understand.
I am sure I will have plenty of other chances to write about it later.