“Cancel your Sunday night plans because I am not taking no as an answer," my obnoxious Aunt said as she showed my mom and I an exotic poster of six alluring drag diva queens in luxurious, sexy and scandalous dresses. “Expect sparkle, feathers, incredible costumes, comedy, impersonations, sexy backup dancers and lashes for days," she said with excitement. This intrigued me. I just had to attend this lively event; and the name “Lipstick and Lashes” was enough to dazzle me...for days! It was a balmy Sunday evening and I was prepared and psyched for an invigorating performance. I expected the event to take place at a capacious joint, with a dynamic stage and a gratifying airy setting with scattered round tables. But to my surprise, the Velvet Lounge in Santa Ana was nothing but scanty. The scandalous atmosphere filled the Smokey narrow room as I walked into the Lounge. The only thing that was going on in the dark mauve room was the busy bar, which was overly compacted from the thirsty alcoholic consumers. As my family, friends and I waited patiently for some assistance; a friendly waiter welcomed us to the “spectacular” event with his high pitch feminine tone and led us to the next room behind a red curtain. The room itself was small especially for the amount of people who attended the event that evening. Even though the room had a dinky stage and was filled with cluttered tables that made it difficult for the people, let alone waiters, to pass by, the workers did an incredible job on making the whole room look alive from the red walls, colorful lighting, and the upbeat music that was bang out from the DJ who was adjacent from the stage. The waiter sat us at a square table that was covered by a soft black cloth that you typically would see at most restaurants with a dazzling centerpiece of a black sculpture of a puny tree with diamonds and fake red blossoming flowers on it. As soon as we sat down in our seats, we were imm