OMG

Patti Labelle & Michael McDonald - 'On My Own'

Back in the 10th grade, I had to take swimming at school.

Which is funny because even though Colorado is a land-locked state, it was required by school law.

Anywho, at the same time every morning, this song, and that annoying Linda Rondstat/Aaron McNeville song used to come over the radio.

[Our pool area had piped in music, and the swim teacher liked his easy-listening.]

Bah.

To this day, I loathe, loathe, loathe these two songs.

On a tangential note, we had to have a 'swimming buddy' so we didn't accidentally drown.

Well, I was partnered with the only Goth kid in my class.

He was cool and all; we said 'hello' to each other in the halls and stuff, but didn't hang out, or anything, outside of class.

Years later, I run in to him in a bar and he totally brought up the swimming buddy thing.

I had actually had no idea who he was until he brought that up.

Ha.

So we caught up and such, no biggie.

[By the way he was still kind of a Goth, but just older and without makeup.]

Flash forward about three years, and on my way home, I see this guy that looked like him [after further inspection - it was him], only he was in full makeup, in a patent leather trench, with black stiletto boots, strutting up Colfax.

Honestly, if I didn't recognize him, I would have thought it was just some tranny hooker cruising Colfax.

Occasionally I still see him, and he is definitely straddling the fence on the tranny thing.

But then again, back in high school, he refused to undress in the locker room [I don't remember how he changed back for class - maybe he just wore wet trunks under his clothes?].

I wonder if the tranny thing had anything to do with it.

Maybe he was a she after all.

[How funny that this post went from Michael McDonald to trannies.]