King for a day, at least

I went to campus in drag yesterday, all done up in a suit, and a friend of mine went as my date (in a dress, of course). He was absolutely fabulous. It was the first time I had gone in drag since my beloved died in 2000. I was happy to do it, but it brought up many memories of my love. Today I did a reprise of the hat, by which I mean I wore the hat I wore yesterday because it is awesome and I was having a bad hair day. My RA asked me if I left the suit at home accidentally. I found that amusing.