Last night, 3/2/09, Pink Hair Affair did a few improv score thingys at National Mechanics for a fundraiser cabaret for Mascher Space. Clear packaging tape came to my artistic rescue for probably about the 20th time. We handed out bar napkins with haikus taped on them. The haikus were amazingly fun to write, and I think that some dreary day in winter should be made National Haiku Day. Everyone would have to wear clothing with his/her own personalized haikus, they would also have to change their facebook status to a haiku...and write haikus on napkins, they would even have to speak in haikus (within reason...we wouldn't want anyone geeking out too much!) But it wouldn't hurt anyone to pass the Mcdonalds worker a post-it saying:
I'd like a burger
with pickles, ketchup, onions
and that special sauce!
We handed out some blank napkins and pens and egged people in the bar on to write their own haikus. We took three home. I kind of like them. They are all semi-related to the events of the cabaret and the night in general!
Lazy transvestite
Wearing a blond wig poorly
Maybe dress like Cher?
Why the pink hair, babes?
Do the curtains match the drapes?
No worry, I'm gay.
I escape through you
Like open French breeze-way doors.
Its drafty in here.
Here is my final haiku response to the ones that we got:
The drag queen was bad.
Like watching a trainwreck. No?
But who is to judge?
Pink wigs make us fun.
Its a gimmick we can comb,
exploit, then remove.
Don't catch pneumonia.
And don't catch an S.T.D!
Asshole, it just snowed!
