My friend Kid Dynamite placed WAY high up in the tournament - 16th! He won himself an Xbox 360. Kid, you rock. And I hate you.
So a recap of the less sucky part of the weekend:
The cat theater was mostly entertaining and partially horrifying. The main performer was an older man who seemed to be milking the audience way too much - it was hard to figure out if the show was really just meant for kids. The cats were about as well trained as you could expect cats to be. They were all adorable. They also seemed to be well treated, but sometimes the tricks they performed seemed more cruel than anything else - at one point he was swinging a Siamese around on a rope, and the cat just sat there and didn’t move - it didn’t look like it was having much fun though, and PSB and I felt bad for it. I don’t know if it was worth $50 a ticket, but I’m still glad I went.
Saturday night my friend Ivy and I went to Mo Pitkins for some Judeo-Latino fusion - I had matza ball soup and some brisket! - and then we saw the Murray Hill show. Other than the fact that it started an hour late, it was totally awesome. I ran into other friends there, Stacy and Bryce, who had friends in from out of town, Jen and Jim, and we made up the core heterosexual contingency - it was a very mixed audience, and Murray made sure we all got made fun of. Dirty Martini and the World Famous BOB performed some burlesque, as well as a tranny named Henry, who was hysterical, twirling her shirt that got caught in her hair as if it were a pastie. There was also an “air opera” contest, which Jen ended up winning!
Back at the desk and bitter as hell. I’ve been blocked from my favorite sexplorer’s website here, giving me one less reason to stay here. Everyone around me is speaking through megaphones. I just want to go home.