Have you ever experienced something that you know is great but don’t fully recognize its greatness until two days later when you’re still feeling your hangover?
It’s almost 2pm on Sunday, two days after the 610 Stomper Superball, and I’m still not feeling quite like myself. I’ve tried all of the remedies: gallons of coffee, pounds of king cake, DayQuil…. don’t ask. I actually found a Fleur-de-Lis sequin in my hair this morning. If there’s ever been a hot mess to roam this earth, I guarantee you that it is me. Nice to meet your acquaintance.
Thanks to the bossest of bosses, I was able to attend the Superball and bring a friend of my choice. My first thought went to my partner in crime, Sarah. I’ve known her for years and she’s always down to party. I knew I’d need someone with stamina for this event, plus she was also willing to wear glitter and feathers and sequined capes with me. The perfect date.
People asked us what we were. My first reaction was to always answer with “Hot Bitches,” but I didn’t want to seem full of myself. #modest. In truth, we were Super Thespians: Saving People From Bad Theatre. Duh. To keep with the Carnival theme, and also because the event took place at Mardi Gras World, it only seemed suiting for the colors to be purple, green, and gold. It worked. We looked awesome. And I got to hone my crafty talent by making the capes and gluing shit onto a plastic mask!
The event began at 8pm, and after waiting outside in 40 degree weather for half an hour, we were more than ready to go inside and warm our insides with vodka. We made a b-line to the bar and, before I knew it, I had a vodka in one hand and some red concoction in the other. I didn’t question it, I just drank it.
The venue was ginormous. Two levels, food everywhere (which I didn’t even get the chance to try – too busy dancing), and two open bars. I want to say there were twelve bartenders per floor? Crazy. Sarah and I spent a lot of time exploring, occasionally running into someone we knew. After a couple of drinks, we heard “Uptown Funk” playing, and that’s when we knew…
It was time to dance.
The dancing was the best part, hands down, and how could it not be with this event being centered around the 610 Stompers? The music was awesome. The perfect mix of 80s and current jams and everyone was on the dance floor. Though I mainly danced with my main bitch, we shared the wealth that is our amazing moves with others. I even had the pleasure of dancing with this fella for a song or two.
This picture is seriously hilarious. I have no idea who this is. Also, notice how, as the night progresses, the sequins on my mask become less and less…
The dancing (and drinking) continued throughout the evening. At one point, Sarah and I found ourselves sitting on some steps and a magical box of pizza appeared! And, as I type this, I’m remembering people walking around with boxes of pizza and me taking a couple of slices and distributing them to unsuspecting attendees. Gosh, I’m just so thoughtful.
Also the pizza was delish. Clearly.
By this point, it was close to 11pm and we were expecting our #1 Stomper to show up at any given minute.
Enter David Hoover.
David was our professor in undergrad and he taught us everything we know about theatre. Now, post-graduation, David is a friend and one of the greatest theatre professionals I have the pleasure of knowing. Also, can we take a moment to appreciate that face? Total sass. We love you, Hoov.
This was the last picture of the evening. Clearly, the party is over because, uh, the lights definitely came on. Also, my mask probably contained one sequin at this point. I don’t even know what happened there.
We moved to the after party for 2.5 seconds, which was just enough time to order a burger + fries from a random food truck and to notice that we were definitely too inebriated to continue drinking. I guess it happens when you’ve been drinking nonstop for five hours. We wanted to stay so bad and hang out with the Stompers/Splits. Everyone was so friendly! But, when it’s time to go, it’s time to go. And it was time to go.
This morning after selifie can attest to that:
I really did wake up like dis, makeup still on and wearing a completely different mask. I just… y’all. I just have no idea. Also, Sarah, if you’re reading this, do you know where my black cardigan is?
I am so happy that I got to go to this party. Many thanks to my boss for gifting me the tickets! It was a night to
try my damndest to remember. Another thing I want to note is how nice everyone was. Truly. Every Stomper or Split that I talked to that evening was so friendly and down to pose for a picture/dance/high five/etc. I even walked up to one and said, “What’s your name? You’re a babe.” and he didn’t even scream and run in the other direction! HOW NICE OF HIM. It makes me want to be a part of it all, because, though they throw down, they also do a lot for the city and various charities, which, I’m sure, is incredibly gratifying.
Seriously, though. One of the best nights I’ve ever had. I love this city, I love the people in this city, and I love who I get to share my life with.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to pop another Advil, drink another coffee, and probably eat my body weight in pepperoni pizza.
Talk to y’all soon,