For Cassie Nova, Pride in Dallas weekend included an appearance on TS Madison’s podcast
Hey howdy beautiful people. As I sit down to write this, it is raining, and it’s 78 degrees outside — and I could not be happier. This kind of weather makes me excited about life.
This horrible Texas summer with its brutal and homophobic heat is hopefully gone for a while. Like, I don’t wanna see you back here until, like …. Never. But I will settle for next summer. Please stay away until then, you cocksucker.
As you all know — because I haven’t shut up about it — I went on a multi-city tour with some incredible entertainers. I just got home two days ago, and I have to say, Bitch, I iz tired! Still.
Our first stop was Seattle; the next week our tour hit Dallas (The Rose Room!). Then came the Pride in Dallas weekend, so I missed the shows in Salt Lake City and Denver.
But it was worth it, because that Pride weekend was phenomenal. I got to introduce Kameron Ross and Daya at the Oak Lawn Live music festival. I was interviewed by the one and only TS Madison for her podcast. I hosted a drag brunch then co-emceed the Pride in Dallas parade — all on top of doing my regular shows.
It was a lot, but it was awesome. I know one day these bookings will dry up for me, so I am trying to be present and enjoy every second of it.
The next day I flew to Louisville, Ky. The day after that, I hosted The Ryot Tour at Play. The next day we drove to Nashville and did the show at the other Play. I guess that makes the nightclub Play a chain. They should franchise it. Their clubs were a lot of fun. Great energy with awesome people.
We had a few days off in Nashville, so of course we went to Dollywood on 9/25. My dumb ass thought when they said we were driving to Dollywood that it was just down the street and around the corner. Fuck no! It was a nearly four-hour drive.
We got up at 6 a.m. and took off. I was tricked into being (or accidentally volunteered to be) the driver. One group drove in a cute little SUV while I drove our group in a huge fucking Dodge Ram truck. It had gigantic tires and a side-step thing that I missed every time I got out of the truck, and every time I nearly busted my ass.
I thought it was a perfect way to drive to Dollywood. I felt redneck as fuck — looking down on all the little cars, feeling like this truck must make my dick look little. Well, that’s what I think of when I see guys in those trucks. Like they are trying to overcompensate for something. But it was fun as fuck to drive.
Dollywood was great. I was only a blubbering mess a few times.
They had a wall covered in letters and signs for Dolly. They had a table with paper and markers so you could write a note to Dolly, and they pinned it to that wall — signs that said things like “Dolly is my role model!” “Thank you Dolly for spreading kindness.” “I will always love you!” And so many little personal notes that made for such a beautiful tribute to such an amazing person.
I really loved seeing that wall.
Then we saw a guy with a shirt that said, “I am suffering from post-Parton depression.” I was like, “Me too, dude. Me too.”
The food there was amazing, and, if you go, you gotta get the cinnamon bread. It was a great way to spend the day.
Yes, the drive was long. But it was a beautiful drive. The mist-covered hills at sunrise made it so completely worth it.
The next day I did not leave my hotel room. I was in recovery mode. Thank God for Uber Eats. I gambled and ordered Indian food, praying that it wouldn’t ruin my insides. It was actually the best meal I had on the entire trip. So fucking good! And not even a gurgle from down below.
Then we flew to Cleveland and drove to Akron. To my surprise, it was absolutely amazing.
The people really showed up for that show, and we all had a blast.
We went to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. The producer of the tour hooked us up with VIP passes, and we had the most amazing guide. She took us to a back room and showed us stuff that hasn’t been on display yet. She put on white gloves to handle the items while we were in a temperature-controlled room where they catalogue and archive some of the coolest stuff ever.
She showed us a pair of bell bottoms worn by Jimi Hendrix that still had dirt on them from when he wore them in a show at a music festival in Germany. We saw Bruce Springsteen’s actual hand-written lyrics to “Born in the USA.” His handwriting was beautiful and immaculate. We saw one of the red Devo hats that legally has to be called an energy dome, not a hat. There was an awesome military/yellow submarine inspired jacket worn by Ann Wilson of Heart.
And that was before we even stepped into the actual Hall of Fame! It was such a cool experience!
Then to St. Petersberg, Fla., for our last show. It was a great one, and St. Pete was such an awesome place to visit. So much stuff to see that it makes you want to get out and walk.
My only negative with my travels — besides Frontier Airlines; they can suck my ass. I hate them — is that because of the storms in Dallas my flight kept getting pushed back. Six fucking hours later and I was finally on my way home.
The silver lining was that I watched some pretty good documentaries and a couple of okay movies. God bless our phones.
It was a fabulous, fun filled tour and I am thankful for the opportunity to force people to fall in love with Cassie in other cities. And I did!
But I am happy to be home. I missed my hubby and my puppies. And some of you, too.
Remember to always love more, bitch less and be fabulous! XOXO, Cassie Nova