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#queen of the night #selfie #meSometimes you go to a codpiece party at Queen of the Night, and the best thing that happens all night is a balloon codpiece on your head.
Though my first visit was only a couple of weeks ago, I was back at Queen of the Night recently to keep chadchronicles company on his first visit. It felt more crowded than before, and I was disappointed that drinks are no longer included with the gala ticket (except for one cocktail and one round of wine for the table). But the show is still solid, and the cast are all pretty great. On a related note: feel free to buy me a premium ticket. I’ll even give you lobster bartering tips.
Amusingly, I just got this un-proofread email from the show:
Okay, I’ll share my memories: I remember when the booze was free.
It turns out that Queen of the Night is actually amazing if you ignore the part where they tell you it’s immersive theatre and instead assume you’re in for some kind of fetish-y, circus-y, carnivorous burlesque show. With 1:1s and birdcages full of lobsters. Not good if you’re shy or squeamish about dead animals, but otherwise great. Don’t bother with the fancy tickets, go for the cheapest option available.
Kevin Beverley as Monostatos at Queen of the Night. And again in GIF form:
I have a few fun video clips from QotN as well: a variety of hoop antics, Kyle Driggs juggling, and Julien Silliau as Monostatos (from a different night).
In case you were not already sure, I offer proof that pammiesboobs and I are the sexiest creatures that have ever existed.
I went to Tiffany’s post-Valentine’s Day lingerie party on Saturday night, and I decided to go even redder than usual. It turns out wigs are pretty fun.
A minor Brooklyn miracle: brunch for six at @piesnthighs with no wait. Their chicken biscuit is heaven already but it’s even better in the company of belated birthday babe @leendaloo.
I got all tarted up for Tiffany’s fancy Halloween party. This, of course, called for klassy late-night hotel room selfies.
New Year’s Eve, before the mask. I love my mohawk, but wigs are fun too.
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.
