10/25/2002 Entry: "My Cold, Dead Heart Will Go On."

My friends who do ThrushTV (check out that nifty new Flash Website, eh?) are also in their second set of performances for Night of the Living Drag Queens at Spanganga this Friday and Saturday at 10:30 (so you can make it after the Giants win the World Series on Saturday) and on Halloween at 8:30. Admission is ten bucks.

The Boyfriend and I went last weekend, and it's a chaotic, crazy, entertaining little production—like a high school play on Viagra and speed—that I believe has absolutely no references to baseball in it. (But I guarantee nothing.) Mostly it has references to lipstick, zombies, drug abuse, bunnies, and Our Lady of Perpetual Sedation, Celine Dion. The Spanganga lighting system is a little flaky, and hopefully the narrator will be able to read his lines this week, but it also has hot boys, insane drag queens, a cast of crazies (Bunny!) and a closing musical number worth waiting for. What more could you possibly need, anyway?