With all the talk about drag shows, I have a lighter story.

Sometime in the late 80s/early 90s, my late father was out with some guys at a bar with a drag show. Some of the guys got loaded, like trying to stomp out the lights on the dance floor loaded.

One guy left for the restroom, and Dad followed. The guy checked the sign for "Men's Room," and just as he reached for the door, a 6-foot drag performer stepped out in full regalia of tall hair, plumes, etc. The guy looked at the performer, looked at the sign, looked back to the performer, and again at the sign. By then, the performer had moved on.

Dad was roaring at that point.