Freckle-faced Haynes, the Dog-Faced Boy!
The usual list of itema, in lieu of any real content:
- The Slutcracker is sold the fuck OUT for this entire weekend! Deal with THAT! I looked forward to being in this show again because as it turns out, I really really liked having 900 people clap for me last year. This year, I've learned I like 1,000 people clapping for me even MORE. (They finished remodeling the Somerville Theater, thus freeing up 90 seats.) Plus backstage shenanigans are just even more out of control, as captured in texts to the Companda and others: "I just kissed 3 girls!" "Beers backstage! We're naming our body parts!" "Gingerita is kiss-auditioning people for...something!" "OMG HALLWAY GLITTER FIGHT" Etc etc etc. Deep dark secret of The Slutcracker = we're charging you people for the honor of seeing what is essentially the afterglow of the pre-show dance parties we have every night before curtain goes up.
- Mark your calendars now: the Bitches of Destiny are going to be performing in the amateur drag king competition that is...somewhere...at...some time...on January 9. YES I KNOW I AM A FOUNTAIN OF FACTS. I'm just saying, keep that night free if you wanna see me all dressed up as a boy.
- Also mark your calendars: we're throwin' a benefit show for the Photographic Resource Center on January 23, focused on Henry Horenstein's new book of pretty pictures of burlesque and drag performers. It's one of the Midnite @ the Coolidge dealies, but it's in the Big Room this time! Lots and lots of fantastic burlesque happening, blah blah the usual, yawn. More details and promo as we get closer to the day, but! ETA: TICKETS ARE ON SALE ALREADY! Go here and scroll to Jan 23rd and clicky click for access to the hotness. (thaaaaank you, Caleb!)
- Oh did I mention that I co-founded a new dance/burlesque/performance troupe, and it's called the Bitches of Destiny? WHOOPS HI, NEW INFORMATION. Website and mailing list to follow shortly. Yes I know the name is fabulous, but then again, I am involved so why did you expect anything less, you asshole?
- The Companda is wonderful and the only problem is that I am selfish and want him around all the tiiiiiiime. Cue world's absolute tiniest violin for this problem.
- As of yesterday, I am COMPLETELY DONE with my xmas shopping. Now I just have to make a truckload of cookies over the holiday itself, and the handing out of gift packages can commence. I still do not feel super festive, and I'm debating just not even bothering decorating, since dragging shit out of the basement feels like Too Much Effort. Blaaaaargh.
- ETA: Oh oh oh! And! I got a B in my Financial Management class, despite getting 60% on the final, IDEK you guys. Now I have to sit tight, since they don't offer either of my last two needed classes next semester, so I have a THREE MONTH BREAK FROM SCHOOL. Which is excessive, but I can't do anything about it, so I've decided to be happy with it. This means, however, that I can't graduate until June next year, TIRESOME. Also, there are some tiresome shenanigans with getting one of my grades approved, but the professor who supposedly does that has not responded to any of my three super lovely polite emails. I will deal with this in the new year, is my thinking. Anyway: Passing grade! In a class I had a miserable time with! Victory for Upfish! Etc.
- The Slutcracker is sold the fuck OUT for this entire weekend! Deal with THAT! I looked forward to being in this show again because as it turns out, I really really liked having 900 people clap for me last year. This year, I've learned I like 1,000 people clapping for me even MORE. (They finished remodeling the Somerville Theater, thus freeing up 90 seats.) Plus backstage shenanigans are just even more out of control, as captured in texts to the Companda and others: "I just kissed 3 girls!" "Beers backstage! We're naming our body parts!" "Gingerita is kiss-auditioning people for...something!" "OMG HALLWAY GLITTER FIGHT" Etc etc etc. Deep dark secret of The Slutcracker = we're charging you people for the honor of seeing what is essentially the afterglow of the pre-show dance parties we have every night before curtain goes up.
- Mark your calendars now: the Bitches of Destiny are going to be performing in the amateur drag king competition that is...somewhere...at...some time...on January 9. YES I KNOW I AM A FOUNTAIN OF FACTS. I'm just saying, keep that night free if you wanna see me all dressed up as a boy.
- Also mark your calendars: we're throwin' a benefit show for the Photographic Resource Center on January 23, focused on Henry Horenstein's new book of pretty pictures of burlesque and drag performers. It's one of the Midnite @ the Coolidge dealies, but it's in the Big Room this time! Lots and lots of fantastic burlesque happening, blah blah the usual, yawn. More details and promo as we get closer to the day, but! ETA: TICKETS ARE ON SALE ALREADY! Go here and scroll to Jan 23rd and clicky click for access to the hotness. (thaaaaank you, Caleb!)
- Oh did I mention that I co-founded a new dance/burlesque/performance troupe, and it's called the Bitches of Destiny? WHOOPS HI, NEW INFORMATION. Website and mailing list to follow shortly. Yes I know the name is fabulous, but then again, I am involved so why did you expect anything less, you asshole?
- The Companda is wonderful and the only problem is that I am selfish and want him around all the tiiiiiiime. Cue world's absolute tiniest violin for this problem.
- As of yesterday, I am COMPLETELY DONE with my xmas shopping. Now I just have to make a truckload of cookies over the holiday itself, and the handing out of gift packages can commence. I still do not feel super festive, and I'm debating just not even bothering decorating, since dragging shit out of the basement feels like Too Much Effort. Blaaaaargh.
- ETA: Oh oh oh! And! I got a B in my Financial Management class, despite getting 60% on the final, IDEK you guys. Now I have to sit tight, since they don't offer either of my last two needed classes next semester, so I have a THREE MONTH BREAK FROM SCHOOL. Which is excessive, but I can't do anything about it, so I've decided to be happy with it. This means, however, that I can't graduate until June next year, TIRESOME. Also, there are some tiresome shenanigans with getting one of my grades approved, but the professor who supposedly does that has not responded to any of my three super lovely polite emails. I will deal with this in the new year, is my thinking. Anyway: Passing grade! In a class I had a miserable time with! Victory for Upfish! Etc.