Last Friday I attended the twentieth annual Night of 1,000 Stevies. Stevie being Stevie Nicks, and 1,000 being the number of people who buy tickets to the show at the Highline Ballroom which involves impersonators either singing her songs or dancing around on stage to them.
I am admittedly not the biggest Stevie Nicks fan. I've never quite understood her whole gypsy/witch-woman persona, and listening to anything by Fleetwood Mac just reminds me of childhood car trips with my mother where I would plead with her to let me put in my Ace of Base tape and she would pretend she didn't hear me and turn the volume up on Rumors.
All the same, I thought the show was pretty great. It was refreshing to go to an event like this in New York that was pretty much irony free. It started to get insanely crowded around 11, to the point where you couldn't dance around to "Stand Back" without someone sloshing their drink on you, but the first hour or so was lovely. The audience consisted mostly of drag queens and thirty something women wearing top hat and capes. Everyone swayed with their drinks while four impersonators danced around to Stevie's greatest hits in front of a giant screen that had images of her face projected onto it. It was weirdly heartwarming and for a while there I really did feel like one of the "Sisters of the Moon."
Going to the show also gave me the opportunity to dust off the velvet, bell-sleeved dress my aunt got me for Christmas from QVC, and to wear a headband I purchased from Forever 21 that involved both netting and feathers sticking off of it. I think I got five compliments on that thing and can see it making its way into my regular wardrobe.
I am admittedly not the biggest Stevie Nicks fan. I've never quite understood her whole gypsy/witch-woman persona, and listening to anything by Fleetwood Mac just reminds me of childhood car trips with my mother where I would plead with her to let me put in my Ace of Base tape and she would pretend she didn't hear me and turn the volume up on Rumors.
All the same, I thought the show was pretty great. It was refreshing to go to an event like this in New York that was pretty much irony free. It started to get insanely crowded around 11, to the point where you couldn't dance around to "Stand Back" without someone sloshing their drink on you, but the first hour or so was lovely. The audience consisted mostly of drag queens and thirty something women wearing top hat and capes. Everyone swayed with their drinks while four impersonators danced around to Stevie's greatest hits in front of a giant screen that had images of her face projected onto it. It was weirdly heartwarming and for a while there I really did feel like one of the "Sisters of the Moon."
Going to the show also gave me the opportunity to dust off the velvet, bell-sleeved dress my aunt got me for Christmas from QVC, and to wear a headband I purchased from Forever 21 that involved both netting and feathers sticking off of it. I think I got five compliments on that thing and can see it making its way into my regular wardrobe.
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