Erik Sauvé
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(category is: EMOTIONAL GLITTERBALL MELTDOWN) 💅✨🌈
Honey. Listen. I came to Lisbon for the pastéis, the sights, maybe a little romance... but I stayed for Finalmente Club.
From the moment I walked in, it was giving sequins, smoke, and scandal 💃💋 The queens? DIVINE. Like, serve me talent, serve me body, serve me wigs so snatched they filed a restraining order. I saw splits, dips, death drops, and one queen who made me question my entire gender identity and also my credit score.
And then. Baby. It happened.
One of the queens stepped out into a single spotlight...
...and started singing "Never Enough" from The Greatest Showman 🎭
I’m telling you right now, I had goosebumps on my goosebumps 🫠
People were frozen. Drinks halfway to mouths. One guy in the back was crying into his mojito.
The queen BELTED those notes like her life depended on it. Like the ghosts of Broadway past were inside her, weeping and clapping.
And I? I was a wreck. Mascara running. Hand over heart. Soul levitating.
The energy? Electric, Living. Screaming. Hugging strangers.
The drinks were strong enough to make me believe I could sing Whitney and hit the high notes. I couldn’t. But I tried.
Honestly, if you haven’t been to Finalmente, are you even gay? Are you even alive? It’s not a club, it’s a spiritual awakening in heels 👠✨
Ten out of ten. Would sell my soul, my wig glue, and my ex’s Netflix password to go again. 💄🎤👑 And if they sing Never Enough again, I’ll be right there, in the front row, ugly crying like it’s the Met Gala of my heart. 💖💧🎶