kiki and herb are back!

and i have tickets.

in my inbox this morning–an email with a link to discount preview tickets for kiki and herb‘s one month broadway run.

of course i jumped all over it. third row aisle for the performance just before opening night. god am i excited.

i’ve seen kiki and herb perform every show they’ve done since i came to new york, starting (i think i’m remembering correctly) with fez. and we saw their off-broadway gig a number of times, because it was just so damn good. i think kirk may have seen them in other places before that, though. he’ll correct me in the comments if necessary, i hope.

and i had tickets to the infamous sold-out farewell performance at carnegie hall but, in one of the most bone-headed moves i’ve ever committed, i forgot to go.

you can’t imagine how mad at myself i was. i still have my unripped pair of tickets, though. maybe someday i’ll ebay one of them.

kiki and herb are technically a drag cabaret act, though calling them that is like calling frank sinatra a crooner, or calling babe ruth a former big-league pitcher. it completely understates the brilliance of what they do, which transcends drag and is politically, sexually, and psychologically charged. their invented history, which kiki recounts on stage between wildly inappropriate songs and frequent sips on the canadian club, is at once hysterically funny, brilliantly poignant, and morbidly tragic. it’s one of the best performances you’ll ever see, and you should not miss it.

i can hardly wait for this one, which thanks to my google calendar i will not miss.

will not miss.

will not miss.