Like the St Valentine’s Day dance last winter, the King’s Masquerade made me fall in love with the McKittrick all over again. And of course I’m still in love with all of the wonderful glamorous creeps I spent the evening with.
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#sleepnomore #kingsmasquerade #the king's masquerade #me #parties #sleep no more #mckittrick #the mckittrick hotel #punchdrunkThe opening number to New Year’s Eve 2014 at the McKittrick. Apologies for the abrupt start…I did not want to turn on the camera until it was obviously okay, so I missed the first few seconds of the singers sort of materializing out of the crowd.
-C
This whole night felt like it was designed to be relevant to my interests. Sassy dancing porters, including the fantastically bearded Nick Bruder? Butt-oriented choreography? Bartenders offering to pour shots directly into my mouth? YES YES YES.
Just before midnight there was another amazing scene with Zhauna Hecate and Austin, the Saddest Porter in the World, and MORE BUTTS. And then it snowed in the ballroom and I kissed all my friends and got black lipstick on them, and I was happy to be alive.
Collected treasures from my visits to Sleep No More at the McKittrick Hotel. Not pictured: treats from the candy shop, and another I won in a card trick from the speakeasy bartender. The first time my gentleman caller and I attended the show was last spring, and I don’t think we could have predicted that we’d have gone back another three times in less than a year. Have I had enough yet? Apparently not, since I just got tickets today to the special Manhattan Cocktail Classic event in May. It’s not that I feel a burning need to collect achievements… I suppose just want another chance to be in that place for three hours.
Collected treasures from my visits to Sleep No More at the McKittrick Hotel. Not pictured: treats from the candy shop, and another I won in a card trick from the speakeasy bartender. The first time my gentleman caller and I attended the show was last spring, and I don’t think we could have predicted that we’d have gone back another three times in less than a year. Have I had enough yet? Apparently not, since I just got tickets today to the special Manhattan Cocktail Classic event in May. It’s not that I feel a burning need to collect achievements… I suppose just want another chance to be in that place for three hours.
Remember when I got contacts specifically to see this show for the first time? Remember when the programs were a single sheet of folded paper (and were free)? Remember when the cheap shows were $75?
~~~ just 2011 thingz ~~~
May Fair was not a bad party. In fact, I would say it was a pretty good party. But I have been to that party something like a dozen times now, and I think I might be more or less done with needing to attend that party.
I am nowhere near done wearing a lobster on my head, though. If you are having a fancy shellfish-themed party any time soon, please alert me at your earliest convenience.
The dinner, by the way, was a complete waste of time. The Paisley Players and the other performers were a delight, of course, but the rampant fuckery that resulted in us sitting on a wet roof picking at plates of wet food for two hours was basically inexcusable.
A post-Sleep No More Pimm’s Cup! (Taken with Instagram at The McKittrick Hotel / Sleep No More)
I am so glad we tried that one!
In spite of myself, I spent New Year’s Eve in Manhattan. But at least it was at a great party with some of my favorite creeps. And at least I was wearing giant bedazzled gold antlers.
Oh, this old thing? Jonathan just FOUND IT TONIGHT is all. (Taken with Instagram at The McKittrick Hotel / Sleep No More)
Sleep No More #10 & #11
The tattoo crew (that’s me in the middle of the tattoo sandwich with bloodwillhavebloodtheysay and his brother) descended on the McKittrick again on Friday for I thought would just be an early show (for me anyway) but ended up being my first double header.
Honestly, I started drinking at about 7pm and stopped at around 5am, so the bulk of the evening is just a big blur of whiskey and champagne, and I’m not going to try to do a proper recap. But I was extraordinarily lucky in terms of 1:1 timing, and ended up with seven total across the two shows, five of which were completely new to me (Banquo, Lady MacDuff, Hecate, Nurse, and the sixth floor). By the time I ended up back in the Manderley after the late show, I was a big mess of sweat and ashes and scented oil and food coloring and lipstick. It was glorious, and I’m going back tonight.
I love this photo by Jenny Anderson, and I love that there’s a glitter lobster in my home waiting for another party to attend.
Last night was pretty much a perfect New York evening, the kind that makes me happier than I can say with my life as it is right now. And I don’t think there’s a better way to spend the evening of the 4th than at a picnic on the roof of the McKittrick, watching fireworks with friends & fellow drunks.
eleven years ago tonight! I believe this was the only 4th of july event the mckittrick has ever had, and it was also the first event held at gallow green.
