SPA's 2005 "Third drag show!"

Amanda and I did most of the decorating. But Curtis was a real godsend: he picked up the entire floor that Stompin' Soles had left behind and moved it into the Entertainment Lounge. Chris showed up because Curtis told him to, and he was a big help as well. Jacob also helped a bit, but he had to go primp. Ryan, Craig, and some guy from Pure Energy took care of the techie aspects.

Check out our mad decorating skills:


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The show was emceed by the incomparable Jezebel and the Amazing Ezmerelda.


Jez 'n Ez open.

They're the best professional drag performers SPA has ever hired. They sang. They danced. And they were fucking hilarious. With all that, they were a hard act to follow. I did my best, though.


"And then I'll use your cell phone, baybeh, long distance . . . "

Jacob was mesmerizing as Mia.


Performing to "All Or Nothing".

And then Mia and Antonio Delucci performed a highly amusing rendition of Aqua's "Candyman". (The lollipop bit was genius, Amanda.)


Is this 'gay marriage'?

Ez and Jez played with the crowd like it was silly putty.


Jezebel flirts with Mr. 'Ladd Hall'.

One SGA reunion alum in the audience, Bradley, was a Broadway producer, and even someone from the Ez 'n Jez entourage (yes they did have an entourage) thought they'd planted him there! But his presence was pure serendipity.

After intermission . . .


How many outfits do these queens have?!

Skidmore alumni James "Jack" Studley and Betty Chicago performed.


"She's got a girlfriend now; she says, 'guys don't do no more for me'."

Then I went on again. Apparently this song was so funny Ryan almost pissed his pants. Haha.


VAGIIIIIIIIINA!

Mia's final outfit is too scandalous for me to publish. (I'll send Jacob the pics to do with what he wilt.) For the finale, there was a parody of "Summer Lovin'." We do-wopped in the background and acted like we knew what we were doing.


The grand finale!

After the show, I went out to Friday's with a whole mess of people. Ryan called me "Kid Cock" incessantly. It was pretty amusing. After dinner we went to Price Chopper to get food for the brunch that happened this morning.

Today I had the brunch at GASH, which went swimmingly, and the Scribner Village block party, which was also a success. I didn't help out much there, but I did get the tongs. Heh. Story: I went into the office in back of the kitchen, looking for the supervisor. It was some guy I didn't know. I asked this chef, Jerry, who the supervisor was, and he told me, "This guy right here, _______." (I forget his name.)

"Hi," I say to _________, "I'm helping out with the Scribner Village barbecue, and they need a couple of spatulas and tongs down there."

"Okay," he says, "Jerry, this young fellah is helping with the barbecue down in Scribner, so give him whatever he needs."

Jerry remembers me, of course. He pauses. Then tells his supervisor, "I'll just give him a couple spatulas and pairs of tongs." He looks down at me, asks: "How you doin', girl?"

"Great, thanks. How are you?"

Weird, eh?

Oh yeah, and also as I was walking to the d-hall to get the tongs, this guy [whose name I can't remember for the life of me, sorry] stops me -- "Ren?" -- and tells me he appreciated the editorial I wrote for SkidNews! He said he thought maybe he was the only one who percieved the fliers that way. I said nope, not at all, thank you, I'm glad I wrote it then.

While we were eating outside, Gabby told me that some folks at her polo banquet, besides asking what it's like to live with gay people (who have massive orgies all the time, naturally) told her they'd seen my editorial. "You live with Ren, right? Is she mean?"

As I walked back into Dogwood from the block party, I smiled and said hello to a Campus Safety officer.

"I enjoyed you in the show last night," she said.

"Thanks."

What's with this sudden rise in notoriety, eh?