Saturday was a very very long day for me. Being at the Park West Theater all day to do a dress rehearsal then do 2 two-hour shows back to back was really rough. This was a very big event with some of the top choreographers and performers in the city, with elaborate set pieces and costumes. There were 85 performers crammed into 2 tiny rooms and I believe some people had trailers. It felt like being in a slave ship, and I don’t think I sat down once in the 12 hours I was there. The one good thing was that there were bars in the dressing rooms, with free liquor! The bad thing was I refused to drink, being that I had too much dancing to do and I couldn’t afford to fuck up. Most everyone else was guzzling away like they were going to rehab the next day, and I couldn’t help but shake my head at the irony of it all. I’m usually the one pasted to the bar.
The show was fantastic, and the Park West was packed for both performances. It was 1am and I wanted to go home and sleep, but I still had to go to the party on 75th for hosting duties. Before that I drop off magazines at Cuatro and Sonotheque then head south, bedraggled in old jeans, t-shirt and melted showgirl makeup. The music at 75th was awesome, and then I quickly stopped by 71st Street to wish Robert Williams a happy birthday. I am a walking corpse and my bed is calling me like a long lost lover. Zzzzzzzz