It's a brisk winter Sunday morning as you shuffle down the street, trash blowing like tumble weeds across a deserted Hennepin Ave. You spot the tiny, bubble-lettered chalk sign and duck behind the paint-flaked door, not knowing what to expect. In front of you are two elderly women, one escorting the other with a walker. Follow them into the next room and behold the wonder that is Eggs and Drag.
The stage beckons with a thousand LED icicles, club music blasting. Lotsa interesting characters...I spot a group that looks like they just got off the magical mystery tour, a bachelorette party decked out in boas, grandmothers, dads, kids. More than a few kids. We're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.
This was my biggest Bad Eggs event to date with a reservation for 14. Anyone that wants to experience Eggs and Drag is on top of my list of winners in life.
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| Party people: Adam, Leah, Jenny, Linds, Dave |
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| Nicki, Heather, Kevin with last night's cake. |
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| J-Lo Birthday Babe, Moi, Bernadette |
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| Kel, Stephonics. Trouble. |
So we sat around for about 15 minutes before our server came to take our drink order. We opted for the $10 bottomless cheap champagne and OJ. The regular bar drinks were overpriced, but in retrospect I would have paid more for less sugar shock and more buzz. Note: you can purchased an additional bottle of champagne for $12 to "water down" your mimosa. Yeah, we might have done that.
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| Dette pours. |
The brunch bell rings and a stampede rushes toward the buffet, which features a variety of standard buffet items. Fourteen dollars gets you cold scrambled eggs, soggy cheesy hashbrowns, biscuits and gravy, waffles, meats, omlette bar (nice touch), various carb-loaded desserts. Sorry for the bad lighting, but we in da club, yo.
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| Wagon wheels and disco balls...? |
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| Totally edible. |
The lights dim and our host appears, Brandonna Dupri LaReese, reigning Miss Gay Minnesota United States. She was most fabulous.
The acts were quite entertaining. I got my pop music fix and got to see some high-energy performances. These girls don't mess around.
Did I mentioned the children? One of the most bizarre experiences was watching this little boy dressed in "drag" jump up on stage and dance for dollars. I realized that Queens are really nothing more than real life Disney princesses to these kids. They were loving it. Made me consider, very briefly, having a child just so I could bring them here.
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| Kissing babies & taking their money. |
We ended staying for the entire 3-hour show. All of it. All of the drag, all of the mimosas, all of that padded ass. Couldn't get enough.
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| Beyonce, bitch. |
You must do this. Don't do it for the food. The food is an afterthought. Support this amazing community and have some damn fun. Everybody needs more drag in their lives. And more dick...
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| Our favorite: @Karmareelee |
