Day of Hearts, But Also Kings & Queens

Monday it drizzled the whole day, even after my not feeling well from the day before, I just went to town to see the Hearts, Kings and Queens of Zeedijk. All photos were made by my friend Nicky de Boer, who volunteered for this event. Because of her I could have a peek in the Olav Chapel, the second oldest place of worship in the city of Amsterdam (1440-1450) now part of neighboring NH Barbizon Palace hotel.

I know most of these people, in or out of drag, but I’m not going to tell you who they are, or what they do for a living, it would astound you. This is Amsterdam after all, anything is possible!

Amsterdam Pride 2015

I didn’t take pictures this year, but the photos you’re about to see were taken by a Dutch Press Agency and a Police helicopter. Enjoy!

Just click on one for a larger format.

Almost There…

I do love the time I’ve had visiting all those Pride places, meeting new people, connecting with old friends again and networking the crowd.

Last Friday I helped a friend out at an ‘old age pensioners home’ (OAP), pumping up balloons for the big show event on Tuesday.

On Saturday I cancelled a viewing of an exhibit and a ‘baptism’ of a new magazine, due to the summer storm we had.

On Sunday the storm died down a bit but was replaced with a monsoon.

Monday came soon enough, the opening of Senior Pride at OBA (Openbare Bibliotheek Amsterdam aka Public Library). This was held in the Theater of the Word on the seventh floor, of course afterwards we all went for a drink or two, three, fou… in the bars on Zeedijk.

Without much sleep Tuesday arrived soon afterwards… Drag-queen friends would perform at OAP, with songs from the past but also some of the present. It was a fun day out not only for those old folk but for me aswell.

Wednesday was showtime for our team of artists at the Palace of Melancholy (Paleis van de Weemoed) a small theater we use in the heart of the Red Light district. Again I didn’t sleep in bed, but fell asleep in my comfy chair while the TV was still on and the lights were burning.

Mini%2520Moet%2520Rose%252020clThursday came and another event was planned at the Palace, but this time in front of it, the stage was floating in the canal and so was the green room (which was pink btw), my workplace. I only had to keep the audience at bay. A nice security officer kept an eye on it too, from accross the road. They told him in advance I had problems with walking and running. I only met the crew last week, I felt like I fell into a hot bath, the warmth and camaraderie of the staff was great. Another night in the comfy chair was enjoyed.

Just an hour ago it was Friday, which started for me with the CockTail Party in the forecourt at Legend The Grand Hotel in the former Prinsenhof (Princes Court). At last we had dry weather, and even the sun was shining. Upon arrival we got a mini bottle of Rosé Imperial by Moët & Chandon, delicious bitterballen (small veal croquettes) but also a choice of cheeses and meats. The waiting staff included. :wink:

Several performances were planned, like Lady Felice & The Rozettes (we already have tickets for the next show) and Grand Diva Karin Bloemen who sang a song with a new text on a famous melody, many wondered if they heard her right when she sang about fucking, blow-jobs and rimming. (Yeah, you heard her right!)

My friends and I won in the raffle a big bottle of Pink Champagne by M&C and two crystal flutes, of the three of us only two drink alcohol and the date is already set when this consuming will happen. Afterwards we went to hear Ms Victory False sing at the Getto bar on Warmoesstraat, but also her special guest Pete Statham, both are communal friends of ours.

It’s already Saturday, and the main event is the Canal Parade. Our floats really float! But more of that later. There are only two days left of Amsterdam Pride 2015. I must admit, I look forward to Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday because I have nothing planned but a good book and sleep, lots of sleep.

The Day After…

11150293_368122626718574_1053545641733442304_nHaving heard Monique Krüs sing (Lucia di Lammermoor) is something totally different than hearing the composition she wrote for the youth opera ‘Anna & Zef’. Next to the invited guests several school classes were invited, it’s their age group (12 to 15) this opera is written for. Even the age difference of seventy years between someone who died in 1945 or 2015 didn’t matter, in heaven you keep your own age. (good to know)  The Dutch-Iranian soprano Lilian Farahani (24) gave a wonderful performance, so did Dutch baritone Benjamin de Wilde (20). It’s so good to hear not everyone who can sing wants to do it in a band or musical. Photo: Jan Swinkels (from Facebook)

Left to right: Conductor David Niemann, composer Monique Krüs, baritone Benjamin de Wilde, soprano Lilian Farahani.

15 minutes before the opera started the AMC hospital called, and we did the trial talk by phone. It saved me to travel to the outskirts of the South-East region of the city and I still could see and talk to my brother before he went back home after his Easter visit. No nap was taken before the final event of the day.

At eight it was Showtime!, the final Siorée Frivolette hosted by Luna Lunettes @ café ‘t Mandje on Zeedijk. With “Want Not Waist Not” in mind she distributed left over chocolate easter eggs. I’m not sure that’s a good combination with a glass of wine or beer, so I (with my chocolate addiction) stayed away from that.

It was a pity not many people turned up to see the final show, but even with a small audience we had a great night out, or was it because we all know each other that well? Okay, I could catch the last ferry home and fell asleep in front of the telly, waking up at six. Next stop the shower and after being dressed a trip to the supermarket to get some milk and other stuff. I have a lunch meeting with Luna.