River Dance!: It Never Ends!
On Saturday I got to work for the LEO at a very fun event at The Kentucky Arts Center. I got to see Varla Jean Merman, who does a one-man performance-art in drag.
Yes, I know, drag shows are so 1997. But this was not a drag show. It was a cabaret show. It was hysterically funny. Fast-paced, quick-witted and original. Definitely a must-see.
On the same night, in the other theater in the Kentucky Arts Center, there was a performance of "River Dance". Both shows started at the same time, 8:00pm.
At 9:15, the Varla Jean Merman show was over and the crowd was headed for the bar for a lavish after-party.
And yet, River Dance was still going on, and thanks to the magic of the 500 flat screen TV's in the lobby, we all got to watch it. And watch it. And watch it.
9:30, still going on. Diddley-diddly-diddly-dee.
9:45, still going on. Deedley-doo, deedly-doo.
10:00 pm, still clacking away.
By this time, the Varla Jean Merman autograph signing was over, her audience was getting drunk, and we were all screaming at the flat screen TV's, "Stop, stop! Go away! Stop whirling and twirling to the haunting melody of the nose-horn! Stop stomping and clacking and leaping and kicking!"
But, alas, they did not stop.
It was 1o:30 before the easily-awed crowd stumbled out into the night raving about the Endless Irish Spectacle that they had just seen.
Of course, I had to call Kathleen at one point to beg her to use her powers to make it stop. She sadly informed me that the Evil Powers of the River Dance could not be stopped, and that she, too, had at one time in her life been forced to endure 1,000 hours of seemingly disjointed legs dancing to endless pipes and harps.
None of the River Dance audience ventured over to our little avant-garde booze party.
It was probably better that way.
Yes, I know, drag shows are so 1997. But this was not a drag show. It was a cabaret show. It was hysterically funny. Fast-paced, quick-witted and original. Definitely a must-see.
On the same night, in the other theater in the Kentucky Arts Center, there was a performance of "River Dance". Both shows started at the same time, 8:00pm.
At 9:15, the Varla Jean Merman show was over and the crowd was headed for the bar for a lavish after-party.
And yet, River Dance was still going on, and thanks to the magic of the 500 flat screen TV's in the lobby, we all got to watch it. And watch it. And watch it.
9:30, still going on. Diddley-diddly-diddly-dee.
9:45, still going on. Deedley-doo, deedly-doo.
10:00 pm, still clacking away.
By this time, the Varla Jean Merman autograph signing was over, her audience was getting drunk, and we were all screaming at the flat screen TV's, "Stop, stop! Go away! Stop whirling and twirling to the haunting melody of the nose-horn! Stop stomping and clacking and leaping and kicking!"
But, alas, they did not stop.
It was 1o:30 before the easily-awed crowd stumbled out into the night raving about the Endless Irish Spectacle that they had just seen.
Of course, I had to call Kathleen at one point to beg her to use her powers to make it stop. She sadly informed me that the Evil Powers of the River Dance could not be stopped, and that she, too, had at one time in her life been forced to endure 1,000 hours of seemingly disjointed legs dancing to endless pipes and harps.
None of the River Dance audience ventured over to our little avant-garde booze party.
It was probably better that way.
posted by Greg at 10:45 PM
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