Queens Conquer the Out
Trio returns for most $successful $how ever
possibly their most successful event of the summer the Out was Standing Room last
Monday in the latest reincarnation of the show that once split Kismet down the middle
at its inception five years ago when half the family friendly town was outraged
at its presence, yet most of the KFD and the adventuresome newbies were titillated
into attendance. Starting at 7PM indeed the over amplified stream of obscenities
and profanity wafted over the barely barricading fence as youngsters clung to
it on tip toes to try to see what their tender ears were delivering.
Paul Barbara, the venue’s owner, persisted in returning the show annually to
moderately increasing success until this year where it was sold out at $50 a
pop squeezing in standees who surrounded those seated at the coveted tables
threatening to burst through the restraining ropes (btw what is the Out’s
place was packed - SRO!!!
have changed to venue into a dinner theater format, removing the bar from the
courtyard in favor of more tables, moved starting time later, toned down the performers
and prevented children from attending”
caveat is that nary a familiar “local” face was to be seen as the show remains
virtually unchanged. “We’ve already seen it” was the deciding factor.
the rapt audiences, abundantly young women, was mostly from neighboring communities.
No special ferry deals were made according to the Mooneys.
show is helmed by Logan Hardcore, whose personal journey has morphed from having
a boy friend, to a fiancée, to a husband and, now, a new homeowner in Westchester!
is accompanied by Cherry Grove icon Ariel, diminutive in size only, who delivers
her signature song about her outsized female genitalis.
arrive carrying their costumes and other accoutrements on a water taxi and from
there into a “back stage” tent. The venue is substandard and doesn’t seem to improve
as the runway ends with 2 rickety steps onto a concrete cleared space. Logan, stiletto heeled, actually stumbled down the steps and slipped on the concrete in her
opening gambit which, pro that she is, was barely noticed and she launched into
her signature “split” which had the desired effect of drawing gasps and
applause from the appreciative crowd.
this year was the accompanying Holly Dae, a popular star in the Cherry Grove
“talent” of the draq queens is their ability to lip-synch current pop songs by
Beyonce and the like – but without the requisite spotlights (why?) it s barely noticeable
in the ever darkening ambience of the courtyard as evening descends and the low
hung string of lights over the runway threatened to decapitate the very tall
Logan (!) each time she traveled under it.
leaves the rest of the “act” to carry the evening with the ongoing peripatetic
patter (cleaned up a bit since the beginning show) as she weaves through the
tables and cons drinks and tips from the crowd which she taunts Don Rickles style.
suntanned, sandaled and unsophisticated crowd gobbles it up, craves the attention
and willingly flash money in their outstretched hands to attract their
tormentor who ridicules them of the tips are too small. She eventually shames
owner Paul Barbera onto the floor to raise the ante by shaming him to “donate”
a $50, and later $100 bill.
they are paid well to come here, they work the room hard throughout the long night.
a welcome change from the incessant pandering the group initiates a series of
contests conning volunteers from the audience. Since most everyone is
inebriated by that time the hard working cast draws easy laughs onstage and
are barely noted as the alcohol consumption increases in the ever increasingly
supportive crowd and the “show” extends far into the night.