Number 80 was lovely. I think once every two or three months is the perfect cadence for me - my last several shows have all been great, and last night particularly so. The current cast is solid.
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.
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.
Number 79: In my 34 years on this earth there have been perhaps half a dozen occasions when a piece of art literally changed my life. One of those occasions was in May 2011, when I experienced Sleep No More for the first time. Four years later, I’m still finding new reasons to fall in love with this show and I’m sincerely grateful to have spent tonight with exactly the people who helped make it all happen. Happy immersaversary to me!
Not even my SNM trinket box is safe from my current spring cleaning spree.
Number 78 was my first show in quite a while, and it was nice to be back. There are remarkable things happening in that building right now and I encourage you all to investigate.
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.
Number 77 was an unexpected treat. Birthday drinks with evenghostandhorse, followed by a tipsy late show, and ending with farewell drinks late into the night for a certain Julian, who is already sorely missed.
I had a great time at Inferno, start to finish. I was the right amount of drunk and the right amount of awake the whole time, I got to see and grope and dance with most of my favorite creeps and weirdos, my horns did not become uncomfortable, and I saw nearly everything I wanted to and quite a number of things I wasn’t expecting.
The auction was not my kind of thing but I loved being invited to it by Sam Booth at dinner. He asked about how much I had spent on different elements of my outfit and at one point took my purse away from me to look for money, but those of you who know me will not be surprised to learn I had all my cash in my bra.
Some of my favorite moments of the night were the ones created by my friends, who never cease to astonish me with their creativity. I must be doing something right in my life to be surrounded by people like this.
All in all, I have no complaints.
Photo credits, top to bottom: Giafrese, Jenny Anderson, Will Nixon, Giafrese, me.
A glimpse of Inferno. There are many, many more photos to come.
Anonymous asked:
I can’t decide. But here are my top three:
May Fair (2014) because it was perfect in every way - I loved partying on the 4th floor instead of the ballroom, I loved Paul Zivkovich being The Fool in Fulton’s office, I loved getting plastered and making out with [REDACTED], I loved the 1:1 with Austin in the interrogation room, I loved doing shots from a syringe in Malcolm’s office, I loved Nick Bruder leading the karaoke room, I loved the sweaty dance party in the rep bar, and I loved flying to Iceland the following day with a hangover and a variety of bruises. This party was so dark and moist and loud and fun that I don’t really have any photos, but I do have fifteen seconds of cryptic video.
The Curse of the Mummy (2013) because I now have this photo of me and Felix Barrett. (And a variety of other absurd photos.) And I really enjoyed the scene that opened the party, and the ballroom full of sand, and the dinner was great too.
The Valentine’s Day Dance (2013) because everything was just so nice. All my favorite angel creature friends were there, all my favorite staff and cast were there, the dancing was a delight (especially this and this), and I totally had a hot date.
itwasaliensscully asked:
I am not aware of any singing shirtless men in Sleep No More, rugged or otherwise.
Perhaps you mean a performance that took place in the Manderley? I suppose one could describe Calloway as rugged.
Anonymous asked:
Yes, I have been to eleven Sleep No More parties. They are like parties. I don’t know what kind of information you’re looking for here. It’s dark, there’s booze, there’s dancing, there is some sort of theme. You know: a party.
There are some party photos in my SNM album on Flickr that you can look at if you wish.
My 75th visit to SNM was last week, a late show that was part of a full night of full moon Friday the 13th festivities. I’m at the point now where every time I visit the hotel I feel like it might be my last time, and that I would be basically okay with that, because really what possible point could there be to seeing the same show more than 75 times? And yet I still have a lot of affection for the space and the cast and the crew, and even now the whole experience still manages to surprise me from time to time. I had a very pleasant night.