ur local Transgendered group has, for years, held monthly meetings which include a simple buffet dinner. Typical attendance is around 30 to 40 members and guests. The mix is crossdressers, transsexuals, wives and S.O.’s. At the end of last season's meetings, it was decided that we would also offer a dinner night out at a TG friendly restaurant in the Washington, D.C. area. Thus begins our story.
As the regular meeting was only one week before the planned outing, it gave us plenty of time to make plans. My close friend, Anne Marie, and I decided immediately that we wanted to go, since we go out for dinner ourselves on occasion.
The restaurant picked was in downtown D.C. next to DuPont Circle, a well known area that is TG friendly. Our dinner was at Escandlo’s, a restaurant offering excellent Latin cuisine. Since parking can be a real bear in D.C., especially on a Saturday night, Anne and I decided to go with our friends Dee and Donna (wife and husband), a marvelous retired couple.
By now Anne and I have become good friends so she allows me to keep some of my better clothes at her place. My but I do hate wrinkles. Hanging them up makes a world of difference. Since I had a new dark navy blue pants suite that looked great on me, I decided on that outfit along with a great pair of sling backs and black hose. Octobers can be chilly, so it was a good choice. Anne chose “simple elegance” her usual good choice in clothes, a black angora sweater, single strand of pearls, and a floral print skirt. After completing our usual ritual of self checkout and mutual approvals, we left for Donna’s and Dee’s.
Donna offered to drive, so we
piled into her car. Our first problem came up when we got to the restaurant and
tried to park. No luck. The parking attendant told us to leave as the lot was full.
He seemed to have no patience for a car full of ladies. So we were faced with
trying to find a parking spot where your car won’t be towed off by the police, and
that is within our ability to hoof it in heels without killing our feet in the process.
D.C. is notorious for towing cars. Well, the goddess of transgenderism must of felt pity on us as no sooner had we turned the corner, than we spotted a car pulling out. Some tight maneuvering that would make a Drivers Ed instructor proud, and we were in. We piled out, only to stick our heels in the soft dirt (agh!) and went to the restaurant (yes there is some dirt in D.C., both politically and mineralogical).
There on one side of the room was a line of tables and a group of our sisters waiting for us. This restaurant puts on a great Drag show every Saturday night, and tonight was Saturday. Naturally there was a good mixture of transgendered, gay, and lesbian people as well as straight. We fit in perfectly.
In fact I thought some of us looked better than most of the other patrons. Well, our group always dresses tastefully. We ordered dinner from a menu of interesting Latin dishes and yummy desserts, and of course cocktails; Anne Marie is still looking for the perfect martini! All told, there were about 15 of us.
Our president, Leannette, knew one of the performers so we got some special treatment to boot. Lots of girl talk and comparing notes on what to do in D.C. on a Saturday night. Naturally, pictures were taken, and pictures from the Southern Comfort convention were passed around. Our group had a really large turnout at Southern Comfort in Atlanta this year. Quite a moving experience for many.
The really great part about this dinner outing was, even for the sisters that don’t quite pass, the clientele is accepting. Thus everyone felt at ease. We could also all use the ladies restroom with no fear of creating a scene. Dee and Donna decided to call it a night around 10:00, and Anne was tired also, so we left. Some of the other girls were going to other clubs after dinner. With D.C. there is never a want for a place to go to, just knowing where to go. Well home again and back to reality. Sigh! A girl never has enough time to strut her stuff.