fantasticcats asked:
If it’s a front of house person who doesn’t know me or has only seen me once or twice, I am sometimes asked how many times I’ve been. But almost all of them know me, and so they just say hello and hand me a card.
I would really like it if they did the Gambit thing though.
Number 67 was my first show in a month, and a much drunker one than usual. Spent some time loving on Botana’s Banquo and Jeff’s Fulton, and even more time with Max in the bar because I hadn’t seen him in ages. New Speakeasy guy seemed to think it was my first show and took me by the hand to the rave, which was precious. Also I will never get tired of Elizabeth’s Hecate.
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.
The 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.
Anonymous asked:
bloodwillhavebloodtheysay answered:
He DID!
And it is absolutely 100% a thing I would have given my left nut to see.
(Seriously, it was a totally unusual circumstance, and highly unlikely to ever happen again, but one can hope.)
Is this where I mention again that I got to see Conor Hecate?
Number 65 was a last-minute impulse visit, mainly to see Chad. I had a lovely night. My relationship with the show now is much like it was at the very beginning, well over two years ago. I don’t feel the need to go very often, and every time I do I feel like it might be my last visit, but not because I’m unhappy or bored. Everything has to end sometime, and I’d rather stop while the magic is still there. I’ve had some extraordinary experiences in that space, and I’m sure there will be at least a few more before it’s over. I’m not going to pretend I’m really done. Not quite yet.