This weekend was jam packed full of stuff. Let me start from the beginning…
Thursday night, Milca and I got a call from my cousin Svea (that’s pronounced suh-vay-uh. cool, huh?). She wanted to see The Passion of the Christ with her mom (my aunt), and some other family members Friday night. That fell through because she got tickets to a play. Then she calls me to tell me that there are extra tickets, and asks if we want to go. After her describing the premise, I’m sold. Lemme just tell you how it went…
Friday night, we roll to Silverlake to La Casita del Campo. It’s a mexican restaurant, kind of dark inside, with a bar. It was packed, lot’s of people eating and drinking. What you can’t tell from the outside, and can only find if you look really hard inside, is that there is a small theater underground at this place. There we were at the bar, and there’s a door that leads down to a theater that seats about 40, maybe a bit more, and a small stage. I went upstairs to get myself a double bloody mary, came back down, and watched the show.
Chico’s Angels. It’s a play on Charlie’s Angels, only the 3 girls are Latinas who flunked out of police school. There’s the chunky one, named Kay Sedia, the odd but cute one, named Freida Laye, and the leader who’s a hottie, named Chita Parole. Their Bosley is named Bossman, and is a little vato guy. Each character is hilarious.
They have been hired by a Mr. Kumquat to save the Miss Kumquat pageant. It turns out that someone is killing all the contestants. Out of 50 states, only 3 are left. So, the Angels investigate by having Kay and Chita to join the pageant as contestants, and Freida pretends to be a reporter, followed by her cameraman (Bossman) to investigate the judges.
The 3 remaining contestants were from California, Texas, and Hawaii. They were all completely ditzy, and perfectly played. Hawaii was a little overdone, but the dumb blondes from Texas and California were awesome, specifically California.
The fight sequences were hilarious. Kay and Freida held up Bossman so he could do a slo-mo kick a la The Matrix, and they later used fans for a slo-mo wind-in-the-hair shot. I laughed all the way through the show, and anxiously await the sequel.
Oh, did I mention that the Angels were all played by drag queens? That’s right, they were guys. I nearly pissed myself.
I am going to organize a large group of people to go see the sequel, which is going to be on the Love Boat. The info is at padprod‘s website. If you’re interested, lemme know via email, or by posting a comment. I loved it, and know a great many of you will too.
Then, Saturday night, one of Milca’s friends from high school was in a play that we saw. It was nothing like Chico’s Angels. It was about 9 catholic high school girls in reform school that commit suicide. It was abstract, and may have had some metaphors for the nine gates of hell, but because it was not very linear, and it was as abstract as it was, there wasn’t quite enough info for me to say that this was indeed an underlying theme. The performances were great, but the writing and direction left a bit to be desired. Milca’s friend in particular put out an awesome performance. Carrie Reeves. Keep your eyes peeled.
Sunday, on the way to Milca’s mom’s place, I saw someone dressed as a large purple crayon. I immediately felt a connection with this person and gave them a thumbs up. They returned the gesture, to my total glee. It was a great way to start my day. We got to the house, got the dogs, and went to the hills for a hike. We wanted to keep it short, as Milca’s mom was making gnocchis, and we were going to meet up with some of my homegirls after we ate. It was gorgeous out. We go hiking at least once a week, making the changing of the seasons even more apparent, as we witness them first hand in nature. We hurried back, ate some awesome gnocchis, and went home stuffed like christmas geese.
The homegirls were awesome, and so was my action packed weekend.