Flight 125 American Airlines, London to New York 28th of April.
On the flight I managed to watch the one movie that (no not “Autumn in New York“) made me wonder why humans don’t just off themselves for being self-indulgent money wasting viruses. This film was called “August Rush” and my head hurts just writing about it. Whatever you do, DO NOT SEE IT. I wanted to poke out my eyes and stick pencils in my ears while whittling away the time on the flight. At least I got a hundred pages in of Naomi Klein’s book The Shock Doctrine. Read it if you get the chance; it’s absolutely disturbing but helps make sense of the world and what’s gone wrong in it.
So fine, the flight was good and Darlinda greeted me into her amazing house and we napped and chatted and soon got ready to go to Galapagos for the BARC no-kill animal shelter benefit. I have to say it was one of my favorite nights concerning who was on stage and the acts that ended up gracing that stage.
The line up was Bambi The Mermaid & Queen of Coney Island & Willow, Little Brooklyn, Creamy Stevens, Kit Cat, Animal Crackers Dance Troupe, Bearlinda, Bunny Love, Dirty Martini, & Erin Markey, & myself, co Hosted by TIGGER! & The World Famous *BOB*. Bambi made the audience CRY with her “Loving You” mermaid act with her side kick tiny dog, Little Brooklyn did her Faye Ray/King Kong act which won her the 1st runner up title at Miss Exotic World last year, Creamy Stevens basically ate herself naked as a cannibal cow, Kit Cat was a kitty giving birth to mysterious objects, Bearlinda/Darlinda Just Darlinda stripped as a bear, Bunny Love showed her short film about her love affair with her dog and danced until she was all tied up and blindfolded, Erin Markey performed parts of her play leaving everyone in tears with laughter and Tigger was a tiger hunter who ended up making love to his tiger.
Then something strange happened (as if it wasn’t strange enough); I performed my horse act consisting of me running around the venue with a horse head on to an old soundtrack of a race caller calling a Grand National race from the 40′s, I fall down, break my leg and then get shot. Stormy the stage manage told me I made her cry just after she had dried her eyes from Bambi’s act. After I left the stage I quickly ran to the audience to see *BOB*’s act, which ended up looking like she was going to my horse’s funeral and then she turned into a heavenly unicorn. It’s difficult to convey how strange this was seeing that she nor I knew what each other was going to perform.
Then to top off the evening Animal Crackers came out and just about made everyone’s sides hurt from their amazing animal disco jazz dance routine.
I slept well that night.
Darlinda’s day off and we both booked massages and stumbled around Manhattan afterward taking care of getting a phone, a map of Brooklyn and getting some grocery shopping done. Trader Joe’s was an intense experience. There was a queue around the store and apparently what we encountered was nothing in comparison to the usual queues. Then we went to sushi in the East Village and I practically fell asleep in some seaweed salad. It was a good day off.