Not the Same Thing
I live in Tennessee and while in college I dated a girl from Southwest VA. She was “from the sticks” if you will. She lived in the dorms, and during the first week of school, some of the more “social” ladies had gathered in the lobby to pretty much just be loud. They were laughing and shouting back and forth about how they were going to the “Drag Show” for a girls’ night out. My girlfriend at the time perked up, saying “Oh man, I’ve always wanted to go to a drag show.” While I didn’t really care one way or the other, I couldn’t understand her enthusiasm about going to a drag show considering that her family was extremely religious and she was about as homophobic as they come. Either way, she joins in and rides with one of the girls.
About an hour later, I get a phone call. She is so upset, asking me to come to get her “Right now!” She said that she left and was at the gas station across the street… and made a big point to tell me that she wasn’t “where I expected her to be.” Now there’s only one location in my town where you can find a “drag show,” so I knew exactly where she was.
She thought they were going to the Drag Races. Our university is about 35 minutes from Bristol Motor Speedway / Bristol Dragway, so she just assumed that’s where they were going. It wasn’t until they pulled into the club that she finally realized what they meant.