or, "If I had one more hole, I could have Internet access."
Once again, the Cultural Goddess of the Burgeoning Orlando Blog Bloc planned an evening of fun and entertainment to fill our Friday. She's already written an excellent review, appropriately expurgated so as to continue our family-friendly format.
All I can add is our arrival to our seats, and the ensuing panic. Daniel had, many times this week, told me to ask Bj about our seats. Each time I did, she assured me they were good seats, even going so far once as to agree with me that I was "just being paranoid." After waiting in line to get wristbanded so we could drink (which we didn't end up doing), we availed ourselves of the facilities (noting, on the way out, that there was, for once, no line in the Women's facility, but rather one in the Men's — and that there was at least 75% more primping going on in the Men's than the Women's. Guess your target audience, if you wish.). We entered the auditorium, and were escorted past the bar, down the side, way down the side... all the way to the front row. (Bj, at this time, was attempting to avoid my increasing look of panic.) No sooner did we sit down than the drag performer (already mentioned on Bj's page) began the show.
This performer didn't just pick someone from the front row. No, she wound her patriotically-dressed self down to the floor of the auditorium to pick said victim in person. The intent was to find an innocent on whom to perform her "ritual." (Don't look, don't look, do NOT make eye contact, hold Dan's hand, look normal, please don't pick me....) Not only was the (not very innocent-looking) victim blindfolded (a Versace blindfold, no less), but his bare feet, propped in a chair so as to improve the audience's view, were coated in artificial maple syrup, maraschino cherries tucked between his toes, and then whipped cream placed on the whole concoction. Bj has already detailed what came next. (shudder)
Ms. Cho's show was, as expected, fully delightful. My cheeks still hurt from laughing so hard. Of course, the show was heavy on feminine issues and certain personal practices of hers that created mental images I just want to go away. ("Who's your Daddy?" "Jennifer.")
So yes, it was fun... but next time I think I'll pick up the tickets.
