The bomb threat came in at 9:49 p.m.
Trey Stewart was already exhausted. Earlier that June day, on the first Saturday of Pride Month, the gay bar he owns in Dallas’ Oak Lawn neighborhood hosted an all-ages drag brunch.
Inside Mr. Misster, parents and kids sang along to pop hits. Adults bounced babies on their laps as a drag queen lip-synced to Diana Ross’ “I’m Coming Out.” A kid sporting a rainbow tutu and long braids offered up a dollar to a drag queen in white knee-high boots and a blue wig.