Foiled!
QUIT ELUDING ME, QUEENS!!
After much effort, we finally got tickets to Lucky Cheng's Drag Dinner Cabaret for the Strip tonight -- two for us and two for cluegirl who turns out, already had tickets for Spamalot and couldn't come. (Bummer! Maybe next time.)
Undaunted, Sue and I show up in full bedazzled glory to the Harmon Theater at Krave, ready to throw down some Chinese food and camp it up with the queens, right?
Except the curtains lift and we realize we're in the wrong theater.
DAMNIT, I ACCIDENTALLY SAW LITTLE LEGENDS.
I'm not saying the Little Person Celebrity Impersonators -slash- Full Size Queer Magician show isn't fine ... but if you go into a theater expecting Drag Queen Cabaret and Little!Britney comes stomping out in her tiny, tiny red pleather onesie, you have to wonder how drunk you have to be to wander into the wrong theater. And why didn't someone at the door say, "Um, hello? You don't even have tickets for this show. But come on in... it's VIP/Media night and we need a full crowd for the cameras, I guess."
Luckily, the MC/Magician made the show worth it. I would purposefully go to a show of him alone, he was that fabulous. We were prepared to leave two songs in, but he came out to segue in such a stunning array of glitter-encrusted jackets and enough gay banter to keep us laughing long enough to stick it out to the end.
I've never done hallucinogens, but I have one tip in case you ever accidentally wind up in a celebrity miniature impersonator show:
TAKE. MUSHROOMS.
Because that's about the only way I can see anyone going there on purpose. And we weren't the only ones in the wrong theater! The whole back section looked confused and started whispering things like, "Who brings little kids to a drag show?" Um... those aren't kids. And this ain't the drag show. You don't have any drugs on you I could buy, do you?
Sue and I seriously wondered if we had been tricked. Like they had such a hard time getting enough people in to see the little person show that they gave away "free tickets" to a "drag show cabaret with chinese food" and when you show up all confused and vulnerable, there's just a bunch of rednecks with baseball bats who leer, "You here for the queers? Ha ha ha!" (See Also: Gigi's Dark Unmarked Warehouse, I Mean, Drag Queen Dance Club)
When the show was over, we asked the guy at the door WTF ... did we come to the wrong place? Did the show change? Are we impaired? He explained that there are two shows at the Krave each night -- there's a left door and a right door. We came in the door on the right and saw Little Legends. Lucky Cheng's is on the left. *points to the opposite doorway flashing disco lights and the bouncer wearing glitter lip gloss*
Son of a bitch. 9-to-5'ed again!
Honestly, it wasn't a half-bad show. The reason we haven't gone there willingly is because I'm still not sure whether this show is supporting them or exploiting them.
My only complaint is when Little!Cher came out to do "If I Could Turn Back Time" and her black velvet pants didn't even have ass holes in them. What the hell are you doing straddling a battleship canon if your pants haven't got big round cut-outs for your tiny individual ass cheeks? Cher is probably rolling in her cryogenic chamber over that bullshit.
After much effort, we finally got tickets to Lucky Cheng's Drag Dinner Cabaret for the Strip tonight -- two for us and two for cluegirl who turns out, already had tickets for Spamalot and couldn't come. (Bummer! Maybe next time.)
Undaunted, Sue and I show up in full bedazzled glory to the Harmon Theater at Krave, ready to throw down some Chinese food and camp it up with the queens, right?
Except the curtains lift and we realize we're in the wrong theater.
DAMNIT, I ACCIDENTALLY SAW LITTLE LEGENDS.
I'm not saying the Little Person Celebrity Impersonators -slash- Full Size Queer Magician show isn't fine ... but if you go into a theater expecting Drag Queen Cabaret and Little!Britney comes stomping out in her tiny, tiny red pleather onesie, you have to wonder how drunk you have to be to wander into the wrong theater. And why didn't someone at the door say, "Um, hello? You don't even have tickets for this show. But come on in... it's VIP/Media night and we need a full crowd for the cameras, I guess."
Luckily, the MC/Magician made the show worth it. I would purposefully go to a show of him alone, he was that fabulous. We were prepared to leave two songs in, but he came out to segue in such a stunning array of glitter-encrusted jackets and enough gay banter to keep us laughing long enough to stick it out to the end.
I've never done hallucinogens, but I have one tip in case you ever accidentally wind up in a celebrity miniature impersonator show:
TAKE. MUSHROOMS.
Because that's about the only way I can see anyone going there on purpose. And we weren't the only ones in the wrong theater! The whole back section looked confused and started whispering things like, "Who brings little kids to a drag show?" Um... those aren't kids. And this ain't the drag show. You don't have any drugs on you I could buy, do you?
Sue and I seriously wondered if we had been tricked. Like they had such a hard time getting enough people in to see the little person show that they gave away "free tickets" to a "drag show cabaret with chinese food" and when you show up all confused and vulnerable, there's just a bunch of rednecks with baseball bats who leer, "You here for the queers? Ha ha ha!" (See Also: Gigi's Dark Unmarked Warehouse, I Mean, Drag Queen Dance Club)
When the show was over, we asked the guy at the door WTF ... did we come to the wrong place? Did the show change? Are we impaired? He explained that there are two shows at the Krave each night -- there's a left door and a right door. We came in the door on the right and saw Little Legends. Lucky Cheng's is on the left. *points to the opposite doorway flashing disco lights and the bouncer wearing glitter lip gloss*
Son of a bitch. 9-to-5'ed again!
Honestly, it wasn't a half-bad show. The reason we haven't gone there willingly is because I'm still not sure whether this show is supporting them or exploiting them.
My only complaint is when Little!Cher came out to do "If I Could Turn Back Time" and her black velvet pants didn't even have ass holes in them. What the hell are you doing straddling a battleship canon if your pants haven't got big round cut-outs for your tiny individual ass cheeks? Cher is probably rolling in her cryogenic chamber over that bullshit.