It’s all over for another year and, as we all recover in a slump, either under the doona or on the lounge with comfort food, I have to say, what a Mardi Gras!
Like most years, if you are in a show at the party your week is jam-packed with rehearsals, lots of work and dress fittings. Though it’s a little bit of a pain in the bum, the Mardi Gras hype sends your energy levels through the roof as you dash from place to place, spending more time as a lady, then as a fella.
Your final rehearsal is usually on the Saturday of the parade and, if you’re a drag queen, it means it’s the last rehearsal of the day. I’m guessing they just think we are naturally beautiful and don’t need any preparation.
Lock down for the parade was at 6.30pm. I’m not sure how this is possible, for those rehearsing until 5pm. So after waiting forever for a taxi I decided to put on the charm to hurdle fences to make it to my float, City Gym. After a lot of confusion I was told I was only allowed in with a green wrist band, which I didn’t have. A very kind gentleman thrust one to me. Here you go, gorgeous, it will help you get in, I was told. The kindness of a stranger, it’s what it’s all about.
Weaving in and out I made my way up the sea of dancing boys and girls to finally locate the float. Decked out in the army theme, City Gym also was celebrating its 30th birthday. I was met by some of the sexiest boys and girls, so I thanked myself for remembering to slip into a corset. As the temperature dropped, the excitement grew. Dancing seemed to help let it out before they all burst.
Finally we were off and it was just amazing. Fighting back the tears I waved to my dear friends, those who come to see my shows and the strangers who were there to have some fun.
The party would have to be deemed a huge success, with Shauna Jensen, 50 drag queens, Carlotta and David Campbell, Olivia, and my stand-out performance of the night, Cyndi Lauper.
I have to say, to everyone involved, thank you, especially the volunteers who work for the love of it. No complaining from me at all, and I hope to be writing a similar story next year.