26 Aug 2009
Wearing Your Sunday Best
I only went to one drag show back in Kansas. There were more
than that put on; I just never had the opportunity or desire to drive to them
or the time to go to closer ones. The one that I did attend, I went to with a large group of musical theatre
friends. The queen on stage attempted to sing “Little Shop of Horrors,” decked
out with sequined plants on her dress. Needless to say, lip-syncing Little Shop
as poorly as she did in front of several Broadway-holics left a bitter taste in
my mouth for drag shows since.
Today, I was privileged to see a celebrity come into Honest
to Goodness. You’ll never guess who it was: Madonna. Just kidding--her ego wouldn’t fit inside that tiny café. It
was Veda of Space ‘N Veda at the George. I haven’t gotten to see her show yet,
but I’m hoping to very soon; I'm told it's quite good. Her presence got me thinking about the drag shows
I have seen here though. Not very many, but at all of the
performances, the lips synced up with the lyrics, the costumes were shiny but
not distracting, and the dance routines rivaled those in “The Adventures of
Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.” In my limited experience, that gets a lot of
points.
My hope for the rest of my stay in sunny Dublin is to rise
from amateur drag show attendee to the most feared Herald reviewer of drag
shows the queens have ever seen. But realistically, I just don’t want to see
anyone else destroying more classic Broadway hits.
Looking forward to more drag shows,
An American in Dublin
