Turnabout 2008 Remembered

We stayed out way too late, drank way too much, and spewed way to many compliments, but Twist's Turnabout brought about the most charming of it's employees' feminine sides.
My live-in Chick Magnet, Leopoldo, went into overdrive starting with Pusilla.

The ordinarily zesty, Mario--always a topic of our affection--captured the spirit of Charro for the night.

Usually, you wouldn't want to cross Juan, one of the bigger security guards, but last night we wanted to kiss him all over.

This look totally escapes me. Is it Mall Girl?

Miss Like A Virgin poured a drink like a drunken pirate.

From right to left: Poor Lost Soul. That's Not My Sister, That's My Horse. and Little Miss Plump (one step from being knifed in the crowd for grinding that fat ass into Mr. Astor).

Poor Charro; there are always Label Queens in the crowd.

Something bigger than beer cans got this hair off the ground; and, Charlie, you just couldn't have dressed more the part (especially the fishnet gloves).

This sweety reminded us of a one-hit wonder from the eighties; on the other hand, those arms might be those of a Mexican wrestler I once met in a steamy bar on Cozumel.

Sometimes the mirror lies; a little make-up would have gone a long way here.

Adora is a long-lived veteran of the drag world here on South Beach, a colorful bird in an aviary of special talents.

This beauty--although lacking somewhat in the breasts--nonetheless had a striking body.

When asked, "Show me something really good", we got it: the underwear. It's always what's underneath that counts.