It gets worse Catherineli, in 2001 I was in a beauty contest down in Brasstown, North Carolina. I had a full face beard at the time and I dressed up like some hipster lady with a short skirt (and very hairy legs) and a sexy shirt on. My talent was to dance the funky chicken to Rod Stewart's "Do You Think I'm Sexy". The crowd loved my dancing but I lost out to some pretty boy guy who REALLY looked like a woman without teh fqacial hair. Oh well, nobody ever said life was fair. The beauty contest was part of a New Year's Eve celebration at Clay's Corner gas station and small country store, there in Brasstown. Clay Logan is crazy for anything opossum. He sells all kind of possum stuff in his store. In New York they have a huge glittery ball drop at the stroke of midnight for New Year's Eve....in Clay's Corner, they slowly lower down a possum in a plexiglas cage as everyone counts down to midnight. The whole evening was a real hoot. Finally as they are letting the possum down to the ground and everyone was counting down...the rope got stuck and they had to stop the countdown until some feller got the knot out of the rope, letting the countdown begin again and the possum being let go to run away into the woods.