Gay Place Trips on the Road
Galveston, New Orleans, Queer as Sh*t.
By Andy Campbell,
11:30PM, Sun. Nov. 14, 2010
We're on our last day of vacay, and already we've done so much! After hitchin' a vibra-ride on Dandy the Unicorn, Xmess and I arrived in Galveston where we saw the B-52's play at the Grand Opera House (much like our Paramount). We had fun, standing and dancing, though I don't know if the season ticket-holders behind us had any fun. But they should have stood up.
After the show we got to very very briefly meet his royal Schneiderness and gaze upon his yellow chucks. But that was cut short as some Galveston A-Gays ribbed him for trying to eat organic in Tejas and the South in general and tried to rib Miss Kate Pierson who wasn't putting up with it. It made us sad, so we left. Their show was all out and they deserved some chill time.
Then on the road again - this time to NOLA, and on the way we poked here and there (see related blog post), before arriving at the Bohemian Armadillo. We set our shit down, put stuff in our hair, and went to the Nutria fashion show at the Ogden Museum of Southern Art. Nutria are a problem here in the swamplands, so a host of governmental and non-profit organizations put on a fashion show featuring the pelts of the troublesome critters. Most garments were made by, we were told, animal rights activists, vegetarians, and anti-fur folks. Finally, after turning it with the crunchy fur-adorned be-dreadlocked crowd we went back to our home in the Marigny to drink ourselves into a stupor, which we did and then passed the fuck out. Dandy ate pizza.
Today is the art day and we've got a couple of Prospect 1.5 events to attend - all around St. Claude - including seeing Austin's own Christeene in a NOLA context with Big Freedia, and MC Sweet Tea (who, by the way, looks just as balls-insane as Christeene if not, dare we say, moreso). We'll also be viewing the art of Keith Boadwee, who has been known to use paint enemas to complete his canvases and Rashaad Newsome (vid below). Basically we're gonna have a night full of drag terrorism, art snobbery, and general shitfacery.
Austin, we wish you were here!