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February
22, 2003 (Winter Is The Best Time For Losing
Control!)
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Looking
a little shiny after a night of DJ'n and Dancin' (not to mention a bit
of diabetic'n) during Vintage Sundays. Sometimes I really am
this tranquil. |
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I give a
resounding Temple Whoop on Vintage Sundays! If anybody
doesn't know what this sounds like, it's sort of a "whoop!" sound. |
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After
rehearsing with Annie and Victoria for our "Bond!
Bond! Bond! Bond! Bond!" number, I am
drawn in by one of Vic's roommates: Boomer, the somewhat stand-offish
parrot... |
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I try to
teach Boomer to respond nicely to a proffered hand. Instead,
Boomer teaches me to yell when my hand is bitten. Fair
enough, ungrateful bird! |
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Sort of
humping the leg of my She-Devil's co-host, Saint Mark. I
don't think he minded, though, or maybe he's just extremely polite and
gracious. |
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Oh, now
this is embarrassing. I don't know who suggested this
initially, but anybody who can make a proper Ann Miller Hand Gesture
while being piggybacked (and intoxicated) deserves a big
salute. Sadly, my hand gesture is sort of an "Ann Miller
Hang-10." |
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The
sweetest, coolest, cleanest dog you're ever gonna find! And I
don't just mean me, I mean Bulldog #2...or is he #1? |
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Yes,
it's true! Patrons really do stuff like
this on Vintage Sundays! Isn't that enough of a reason to
come? |
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Valentine's
Day is certainly the day to show off your Barbie tattoo. I
would also like to point out that I'm wearing Sheila The Bra
in this picture, and that even though we fight she is still the only
answer for halter tops. |
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Bulldog
#2 gives me a much-appreciated piggyback after winning his Delirium
Devil Duckie. Through a strange optical illusion it looks
like I have pink, hairy legs in this picture, but those are actually
the Bulldog's ARMS! |
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Sue --
Delirium Cheerleader -- wins a gorgeous Devil Duckie during the Vintage
Valentine show! And hey, I know my nail polish is the wrong
colour. |
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Awww, I
must be the most popular girl on Valentine's Day! It helps,
of course, if you force people to write their requests on Valentine's
cards. |
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The
Last She-Devil DJ Night!
Mark and I had to give up
our Wednesday night DJ gig at Renaissance, so on our last night
(February 12th) we decided to have a bit of a blow out...
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The
Last She-Devil DJ Night!
Neither of us are too clear
on what lead up to this.
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The
Last She-Devil DJ Night!
Mark gets pensive and looks
devilish with matching horns and red-eye.
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The
Last She-Devil DJ Night!
I am driven to drink by the
stress of DJ'ing. Two weeks later and I am still unable to
kick the Maxi Fog Habit.
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Say cheese, we're watching
you! Sandy proposes that we turn the tables on the
photographer, so we do, but it should be obvious by my expression that
I don't quite understand what we're up to. You're always a
step ahead, Sandy! |
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Cheryl
wins the fuzzy dice on Vintage Sunday, and we celebrate by sort
of...biting it.
Yes, sometimes things get
out of control, and that's good.
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A real-life stunt! I lick
a 9-volt battery to prove how much I love the people who come out to
Vintage Sundays. Ow. |
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Kris
wins a shot, and I decide to have one as well, though I don't strictly
require it. |
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January
24, 2003 (The Gay Mafia & Bang Bang's Birthday Bash!)
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Thumbs up and V for Vintage
Night! One of the many pictures taken for a poster featuring,
among other things, me planting a "Vintage Garden." Then I
realized that nobody would get the joke. |
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Overconfident
with my new "Gangster Moll" status, I plan a shot that will have no
influence on our pool game whatsoever. This was the night
that Don DeMilo approached us and asked us to be in his gang... |
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The Gay Mafia!
(left to right) Deadly Ostrich, Betty "Vendetta"
Vendetta, Don Pequita DeFlicknife DeMilo, Annie "Chuckles" Drogeny, and
Tough Cookie.
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Wanted:
The Gay Mafia!
This is the face of a
schoolyard intimidator, Don DeMilo, with lackeys Scrappy Bitch, Head
Cheese, Odd Bird, Curly Pete and Shirley "The Look" Pacino.
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I rehearse my death, in anticipation
of the day I need to die for my Don... |
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A close-up of the pure ecstasy of a
good old, character-building, "I died for a good cause (or at least
something I really believed in)" smile. |
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...but
dying is a lot more fun with Mark around! I am
revived! Forget this depressing stuff! |
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Who's a
lucky boy? OH YEAH! The
grateful recipient of a Chinese Box from Delirium
Clothing, and a free bonus of 7 years good luck when fishing! |
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Eek, I am frightened! When
The Gay Mafia requires some real muscle power, we call on Venus,
because she's ANGRY! |
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Bang Bang's Birthday Bash!
Eek, I am shamefully
mishandled! Victoria cops a feel backstage.
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Bang Bang's Birthday Bash!
I go prehistoric.
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Bang
Bang's Birthday Bash!
The girls get together to
celebrate Bang Bang's birthday! From left to right: Bang
Bang, Morgan, Victoria, Vinessa, Muffy, Candice, Lady Butterfly
& Dominique.
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January
15, 2003 (Confetti On The Floor)
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Vintage Sundays!
At long last, Cheryl wins a prize: a decidedly raunchy
lunchbox that explains why some of those men were so eager to fight
during WWII...
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Vintage Sundays!
Gary wins a dead duckie (courtesy of Delirium
Clothing) thanks to his never-ending quest for MORE DISCO!*
* And luck.
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Vintage Sundays
I clean the horribly disgusting junk off the fan blades,
trying my best not to ponder the origins of the greasy, loamy stuff.
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Vintage Sundays!
As K/W's only diabetic, drag queen DJ, I'm happy to
share my secrets. Low blood sugar in the booth and you need
to get up fast? Try licking out a grenadine shot!
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Merry Christmas!
Vanilla gives Jon a big smooch on Christmas night at
Club Abstract. Note the hands curled up in pure ecstatic joy,
sort of like a gerbil's hands!
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Merry Christmas!
Vanilla is making this face on purpose. I
think she's doing it to frighten you.
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And A Happy New Year!
Somehow, Vanilla's Mickey Mouse hat goes perfectly
with my new outfit from Delirium,
which we lovingly call "The Black Widow."
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And A Happy New Year!
Attention! No, that's not Annette Funicello in
her prime...that's me!
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And A Happy New Year!
While waiting for Club Renaissance's
New Year's celebrations to get into full swing, I tackle a difficult
shot. Not so skilled...but good posture!
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And A Happy New Year!
We three queens ring in the new year with boozy grace,
especially Annie, who's got a damn streamer in her eye.
Victoria contemplates infinity.
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And A Happy New Year!
Katie is patient as I slur about some kind soul who
returned my digital camera after I left it in the bathroom.
"I love everyone!" I probably said, and recanted shortly after.
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And A Happy New Year!
More peace on earth and goodwill t'wards
people who deserve it, with the sexiest couple in the bar,
Shane and Vanessa!
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And A Happy New Year!
Somebody said I looked like Spiderman's
Mistress. I think I'm pretending to shoot webs in this
picture, which I imagine I could do better than Spiderman any day.
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And A Happy New Year!
"Happy New Year, Happy New Year, may we all have a
vision now and then, of a place where every neighbour is a friend..." (ABBA)
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December
26, 2002 (A Very Christmas Update!)
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A Polaroid taken by Jen Brown during
Erina's circus bash! Nothing says "bizarre and slightly
chintzy image" like a Polaroid, in my opinion. |
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A gritty backroom expose of a queen
and her switch. This is just previous to Annie, Victoria and
I performing "You Gotta Get a Gimmick." I am typecast as the nasty
one. |
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Gah!
Annie is a shocked witness to an unprovoked attack by Victoria's claws! |
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The horrifying nail-attack
continues! I'm warning you girls: never, ever
vex Victoria...she's an evil, wicked vixen. In front of the
camera, at least. |
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I'm not sure if I'm walking like an
Egyptian in this picture, or if I'm walking the dinosaur...but either
way it looks like trouble. |
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Sometimes, when I'm having a
fantastic time and I've been drinking too much, a terrified expression
creeps across my face. Honestly: I am NOT frightened of Tom,
or of the photographer. That's just the sort of Muffy I am. |
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The Wisecracks
Show!
Victoria and I get our first terrified look at the Wisecracks
change room: a storage closet full of everything the bar isn't using,
including a vacuum...
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The Wisecracks
Show!
Oh, a peacock's work is never done! Annie
gently removes my tail.
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PIE Show #4!
Resplendent in the famous "Drunken Leanne" outfit, I
flash a quick Ann Miller hand sign to the world.
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PIE Show #4!
A taste of real human drama: Canadian queens try
desperately to keep warm in the basement of the Staircase Theatre.
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PIE Show #4!
By far my favourite piece of
blackmail: I chum up with PIE organizer Roger Sendler in a moment of
wild, drunken debauchery! Oops!
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PIE Show #4!
We might scare his children, but Roger seems to have no
fear of Victoria and I...
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Hey boys...hands off my
sexy bar-bitch! Well, mine for a few short seconds,
anyway. |
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Vanilla has second thoughts about
sitting next to me at my office Christmas party. A surefire
case of somebody who can dress up, but shouldn't be allowed to mingle
with the public. |
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Katie and I share delicious secrets
under the Club Ren Christmas tree! |
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Awww, Merry Christmas,
Katie! A tender, heart-melting yuletide moment, totally
devoid of irony or goofiness. It is indeed a Christmas
miracle! |
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Were you wondering what sort of
thing goes on during Vintage Sundays at Club
Renaissance? |
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I present Jay Gamble with his Sunday
night prize: a walking, fire-spitting Nunzilla, courtesy of Delirium
Clothing! |
