"I am Trixie Pan Am! I depend on nothing and nobody! Now get me a cigarette and a drink and someone come help me pee!"
-Trixie Pan Am

Jeebus! Where do I start? With a Wrangler wearing twink whom I first met at the Pump? A cute little boy whose real name I wouldn't even find out until, like, six months later? Or what about the girl who popped on a frock, and took over the stage...Goodbye Earl indeed! Then the inevitable hootchie trashy girl from the north end jokes--and by north end we mean a farm in the Battlefords--makes ya wonder how you ever learned to walk in heels--or run, or dance!

Kris, you are amazing! As Imperial Crown Hangover, you always managed to put on a show, no matter how freely the Jack was flowing! You have a presence that is not defined by your drag, but rather, enhanced by it! Whether you're tearing up the stage (dancing cos you don't know the words--that's what happens when you pick your number an hour before show time), or dragging some miscreant little girl down the street (somehow I never put Trixie and Camp Counsellor in the same sentence!), you always know just what to do, just what to say. And even the tears, baby, they worked too...(no, I'm not turned on...just yet)

Final thought--well, two actually--coffee's always on for you, Mary, and keep those quotes a comin'. You have the best writers, and you ARE the original Speed Diva!

Can't wait for you to be an Empress.

Okay, really last thought: "I'm shaving off my muff for you..." Whitney Houston would weep...