So the Big Gay Sing concerts went very well. Even if my voice wasn’t really there.
I sang my heart out. I hammed it up. I danced. I laughed. And I had a good time.
Here’s a pic of us during YMCA:
If you look decently hard, you can spot me. I sorta look like I’m having fun, too. Do I know how to fake it or WHAT?
Miss Richfield 1981 was a hoot and a half too! She represents the kind of drag I actually like. Comedic drag with a quick witted person who works the crowd well. Not dirty. Not too bawdy. Just funny. And numerous costumes/wigs.
I must admit, I was not wild about performing this concert. I like singing more serious choral repertoire, so the whole gay camp thing was anathema to me. But being new to the chorus I didn’t think I should bow out of this concert.
As it turns out, I had a pretty good time. The music wasn’t too hard to memorize and I got a chance to ham it up on stage.
Even being sick I sorta pulled it off, which was nice. I’m still sick today, but less so. I just wish I would stop barfing up a lung every few minutes.
And now I have a week of band concerts, gay pride this weekend, and THEN I’m basically free for the rest of summer.
And I thought not marching drum corps would free up more of my time!