A Very Hubba Wedding
There is something very satisfying about watching showbiz people getting married. We are the people who put on shows. We wear funny costumes. We take fancy pictures. We make fliers and short films. We fly through the air. We sing on stage. When showbiz people get married, best man gives a eulogy, the gorilla makes a touching speech, and the bride's best friend wishes the happy couple the best while wearing nothing but silver sequined underwear. The Reverend Bobo references Voltron and Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure as he joins the bedreadlocked groom and bedazzled bride in holy matrimony. Afterwards, there is a full burlesque show with two aerial acts.
I am not, by nature, a person who is moved by weddings, but this one was unexpectedly touching -- joyously, unapologetically over the top. There was a short film starring the entire bridal party. There was opera. There were whips and ostrich fans, hula hooping and pirate eye patches. I would not have been surprised to see Sparkly Devil descending to the stage in a wire harness. I assume that this is only because the lighting guy couldn't get it rigged in time.
I missed a lot of it because I was performing. I could not drink. I ate very sparingly. I cowered in the usually-empty green room and tried to work off my nervous energy by doing my makeup and performing a very lengthy warm-up. The witch act went well. As usual, it did not go off perfectly and my hair just wouldn't stay put, but the workshops at the Very Serious Circus School paid off. I received a lot of compliments on my acting and emoting and no one said a single word about the tricks, which is what I was going for. I don't think that I am moving people to tears with the deep emotional quality of my performance, but I feel as if I have made great progress in embodying a character on the aparatus instead doing a series of tricks. I feel some little glimmer of hope that I might be able to bring the same energy to my next routine when I...i'mnotgoingtotalkaboutmyact.
I came home, stripped off my acid green tights, wiped off an egregious quantity of makeup, pulled the fake flowers out of my hair, and immediately began to plan to Gathering of the Gagas. Judges will accept Meat Dress Gaga, Evil Larry King Gaga, or Red Latex Queen Elizabeth Gaga. I have seen my future and it involves some very serious wig shopping.
I am not, by nature, a person who is moved by weddings, but this one was unexpectedly touching -- joyously, unapologetically over the top. There was a short film starring the entire bridal party. There was opera. There were whips and ostrich fans, hula hooping and pirate eye patches. I would not have been surprised to see Sparkly Devil descending to the stage in a wire harness. I assume that this is only because the lighting guy couldn't get it rigged in time.
I missed a lot of it because I was performing. I could not drink. I ate very sparingly. I cowered in the usually-empty green room and tried to work off my nervous energy by doing my makeup and performing a very lengthy warm-up. The witch act went well. As usual, it did not go off perfectly and my hair just wouldn't stay put, but the workshops at the Very Serious Circus School paid off. I received a lot of compliments on my acting and emoting and no one said a single word about the tricks, which is what I was going for. I don't think that I am moving people to tears with the deep emotional quality of my performance, but I feel as if I have made great progress in embodying a character on the aparatus instead doing a series of tricks. I feel some little glimmer of hope that I might be able to bring the same energy to my next routine when I...i'mnotgoingtotalkaboutmyact.
I came home, stripped off my acid green tights, wiped off an egregious quantity of makeup, pulled the fake flowers out of my hair, and immediately began to plan to Gathering of the Gagas. Judges will accept Meat Dress Gaga, Evil Larry King Gaga, or Red Latex Queen Elizabeth Gaga. I have seen my future and it involves some very serious wig shopping.