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So, while Lauren was all up in the Stevie, I was having a legendary experience of a totally other kind.

This Saturday of course was national AIDS awareness day. Coincidentally, it was also the first time we hosted the AIDS prevention conference (not its formal name). It was fab! I think that's why Jaslene was here. But anyway, lots of minorities, lots of fierce gay men, trannies, suited intellectual demonstrators, etc.

So there's this one trio that was quite boisterous. They had on hot pink accessories, and buttons that mentioned AIDS as a social problem, not just medical. I asked the woman to explain that to me. "homelessness, sex trade, drug abuse, lack of education, all help spread the AIDS virus. If we can get people off the streets, get them from having 'survival sex,' then we can help cut down on the cases we see." deep. So they got their food and sat at the tables outside the store.

A few minutes later, I hear this same woman literally screaming. "oh my God! Oh my God! Ah! Aah! Oh my God! I love you Richard! I love you!" at first I thought someone was injured, but soon, I saw what she was screaming at. There, by then about 6 feet away from her, getting pushed by security in a wheel chair, was Lil Richard. Wearing a glittery black shirt and his trademark jheri curl 'do. Waving from his mobile throne as if he were King of The Gays.

He kept going and she decided to follow. Soon she came back, awestruck. All I could do is shake my head. "I love this place. Really I do."

So later... One of the security guards who escorted Mr Richard to his room (there were 3) came into starbucks. "did you see lil Richard, Top Flight?" I call all the young security guards Top Flight. "man... That dude... Man... I think he hit on me man..." WHAT?!?

So Top Flight then proceeds to tell us the story of his encounter in Richard's room. They chatted a bit, about where TF was from, what he was doing in Atlanta, did he have a roommate. Now mind you, the other 2 security guards are gone and Richard sent the bellman to get him some "sweetmilk." so they're alone. Then Richard says, "I had a roommate once. Boy, he used to...." and then says some things I dare not repeat because this is at least a PG13 blog. But believe I had the shocked face when TF finished telling us this. Let's just say there was mention of "lip service." He also gave TF an autograph, complete with a kiss of brown lipstick, and his PHONE NUMBER! Whoa.

The thing that I love about TF is that he was totally secure in telling us this story, and, unlike the average male would have, or would claim to, did not go upside Richard's head for insulting his manhood. We could wonder if he was slightly senile, but I doubt it. Either way, the whole thing really made my night. I'm really going to miss moments like that when I leave this place...
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