Tonight we attended Dos Fallopia's annual Xmas performance including the Sequim Men's chorus (three 'guys') and The Spudds, Euomi and Wynotta Spudd.
Indescribable, really. And then there's Dina Martina and her show. I laughed so hard I was choking. A friend today was asking about Dina and calling her 'he'. But she's Dina, she's not a drag queen, she's her own universe of fractured mispronunciations, terrible singing and horrifying costumes. A dress made of red astroturf?
I love her.
Dina helps me through the holidays.