Frank – Hollywood

Janet – Comrade Eva

Brad – Hunty

Riff – Ace

Magenta – Mayhem

Columbia – Ali

Dr. Scott – Runen

Rocky – Rose

The Criminologist – Sonnet

Transylvanians – Charlie, Maddie, Baylor, Andrea, Stephanie

Tech/Sound/Spotlight – Luna, Tator Tot, Alexis, Shitbag, Fully Clothed Addison, Victor, Doglip, and KB.

After a brief stint of what can only be described as vaudevillian, our trailer was parked at Angelika loading dock (we like to come in the back, hehe) and in the grueling humidity of the subtropic concrete hell that is Dallas… We got it all unloaded.

A lively sort of night, already smelling of popcorn and sweat. Auditoriums played Bengali movies for a festival running through the weekend, we contrasted almost comically against all the ornate and gorgeous dupattas and sarees coming through to watch their movie. Us in thick makeup, half-dressed and out of breath.

As the night moved on, the electric feeling of antici— pation started filling the theater lobby, audience too in the makeup and garb of their favorite characters of the show. Each passing minute with mischievously alluring prop pack in hand, ready to chuck it right at that fucker in front of you. Fuck that guy!

A few delays from technical difficulties aside, we got our sound equipment -and show- going. Our crowd tripled in size from out last Angelika appearance! Multiplying every show and becoming closer packed together, attendees encouraged to make a new friend, enemy, accomplice (we don’t ask questions here)! A very lively crowd, and as shenanigans ensued, we were met with the more than appropriate volumes of laughter and “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!”

Not only were our Eddie and Columbia absolute madmen, but our Rocky of the eve was tiny and likes to be thrown around, and our Riff stays primed to do some throwing. Brad as goofy and confused as ever gave a very endearing performance that complimented the Janet very well. Our Frank franked so hard that he knocked the socks off the audience and the wig off himself, and our shiny new Dr. Scott worked in stilettos harder than anyone could have anticipated. Seemingly, our Criminologist wanted to lurk in shadows, some kind of phantom of the opera type bit, these damn theater kids!

And if this year’s olympians can fuck on their cardboard beds, so did we on our tech boxes! We forwent our Lesbian Raffle and Columbia and Magenta picked a lucky duo in the front few rows to maul, and were quickly joined by our Rocky and Janet for additional shenanigans. (See what happens when you sit closer, too, can get tittied!!) If they ever make debauchery a sport, you can be sure we’ll be earning our gold.

And after the show, a hoard of us went to bother the staff of The Londoner next door for a nightcap, a toast to absent friends. Whom of which if he didn’t pass, we would’ve been able to park the trailer much faster. Goddammit, Danny!