Miss Nebraska
Ricki, one of my flamingly gay friends from college, just called me up to tell me that we simply HAVE to go and see Ashley Bauer off. It took us a few minutes of “Who?” and “You’re not serious!” before it finally clicked and I remembered that she is Ashley Bauer, Miss Nebraska. And apparently, there will be some kind of send-off brunch in honor of our beautiful Miss Nebraska.
I’m not really interested to see her off, even if it would be a great opportunity to hang out with Ricki again. After all, I haven’t even watched the Miss Nebraska pageants since I was twelve – and even then, I was bored out of my mind. I told Ricki about my apathy towards pageants once, and he started shriek at me (I was so sure he’d have an aneurysm), saying something along the lines that it was a travesty since I’m pretty enough to qualify as a Miss Nebraska candidate. I had to shoot his dreams down by reminding him that I’m only five feet tall and hate very high heels.
In the end, I found myself (as I always do) appeasing him by actually agreeing to go see Miss Nebraska with him on January twelfth in North Platte (yesss~!). It looks like I’ll be having a mini-road trip to practice for the real one after all.
