A true DIVA
A day in the life of a DIVA host is not all glitz and glamour, let me tell you. As you can imagine, the preparation starts weeks in advance -¦ okay, well, a couple of days prior to the event. It takes time for it to actually sink in re: What we are and aren’t allowed to say. But the preparation is there.
Like Candy and Daisy, I started my dress production weeks in advance so that I wouldn’t be hot gluing in the cab. So in that department I was ready to go at the drop of a hat.
As for preparing for such a big night, you do need to feed not only your mind but your body also. Taking that on board, I proceeded to have what could only be called a monster breakfast. Many showgirls tell anyone who’ll listen, I haven’t eaten all week to fit into this. Being hippo-glycaemic, I do need to constantly eat from numerous food groups to keep my energy levels up, so I stop eating the hour before the door opens.
With energy levels at the optimum, off to the technical rehearsal I waddled at 10:30am Monday. Though the microphone run-through took only 10 minutes, with everyone running around like proverbial blue-arse flies, Daisy and I stayed for an hour and a half. At least we got to see the show rehearsals with all the showgirls, no faces on but decked out in amazing costumes. After passes were handed out and rules laid down, we were allowed to leave.
Time to relax and snack again. Though I had everything organised and set out in different positions around my house, I still felt like I was missing something. Then it dawned on me. I had forgotten to give my DIVA date the instructions to find my house. And just my luck that I chose a sexy model who was on a shoot that day with no mobile. Frantically I fashioned a huge sign for his door: DARLING, THIS IS MY ADDRESS, FOR THE DRAG AWARDS TONIGHT. GIVE ME A CALL, and then my number. Well, it turned out that I stuck it on the wrong person’s house and I got about 1,000 phone calls from a shitload of uni students who thought it was funny to call the drag queen. Thank goodness I finally got hold of my date.
EYESPY
Due to deadline times, I have had to write my article on Monday, so if I won something on Monday night and forgot to mention anyone in my acceptance speech, I love you all. If I didn’t win anything, I think you are all shithouse!
Vanity and I decided to have an adventure by travelling up to the Entrance last Saturday night. Performing for Krave’s second birthday was an absolute hoot. Vanity went to school in that neck of the woods, but I’d never been there at all. It was fun to meet so many friendly, beautiful people. It is such a great night -“ anyone who is passing through should take the time to pop in.
