The event is pretty simple: the race starts at 9 PM GST. Racers gather starting two hours in advance to strut and pose down the fashion runway (aka 17th ST NW) for the assembled thousands along the sidewalks. The crowds are easily 8-12 deep, the bars are overflowing, and the shoes are stupefyingly high. Costumes range from whatever was in their friends' closets this afternoon to creations designed and constructed for the past 364 days. 'Round about the 9 PM GST hour a whistle blows and suddenly human bodies that are not quite used to teetering and tottering around on 5 inch spikes are hurtling down the street at dangerous speeds. Add a little creativity, big wigs, a compact or 1,000 of make-up, some jealously-inducing legs, lots of hidden bulges, and you have a normal Tuesday night in your nation's capital!
|The scene of the fashion crimes|
|My neighbor and I...he's normally not that much taller than me|
|Fire and Ice|
|Someone clearly didn't get the high heel part of the memo|
|Someone else didn't want to shave his goatee...|
|My new swimskin (minus the tear)?|
|I never said costumes were in good taste|
|Everyone gets into the spirit|
The crowd favorite for (clearly) the most design and construction effort: the Queen of Hearts.
|The Ghosts of Drag Races Past|
[This is a Jess-approved blog post.]