Robert Manners

I AM The HallowQueen!

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The show was fabulous, the audience was fabulous, I was fabulous... the competition was fierce, some great performances were seen on that stage, but I won! It was worth every penny, too, for that feeling of standing on the stage while the entire theatre went nuts (especially Caroline in the front row going off at forty decibels like a car alarm), screaming their dear little heads off in support of me during the applause-voting. I've never felt so perfectly happy. Well, maybe I have. But it was very special nevertheless, a peak experience of my life.



The Castro afterward was a bit of a trial. Perhaps if I had coordinated with various people better, I wouldn't have had to schlepp my suitcases around to my car from the theatre and then wander through the milling throngs towards the Mint, where some friends had gone after the show (I never made it, I turned back at the immense crowd on Noe and Market), all while wearing gorgeous but extemely painful four-inch-heeled, pointy-toed boots.



And now I had better get to bed, I have to be up at six in the morning to head up to Calistoga for the CNCA Fall Assembly. I'll post pictures of my retrogothic fabulousness as soon as I have them.



I love you all!