It's really great that people can have Fringe shows that go off without a hitch.
We ain't like other people.
Last year, one show got rained out and another found us being pelted with rocks from neighborhood kids.
Last Friday, 15 minutes before curtain (10:45 at night, mind you) L&I (Licenses and Insurance... a.k.a. The City of Philadelphia) inspectors showed up and attempted to shut down our show. They cited "no live entertainment" was allowed at The Pharmacy. Which is a punk venue. And has been hosting live entertainment events every night for 2 years.
These men then spent the next 20 minutes on a power trip, yelling that no DJs, plays, jukeboxes, or karaoke was allowed in the space because that is "live entertainment." (I almost peed my pants when he said jukebox and called our stage manager a DJ.) They were yelling things about zoning paperwork. Zoning Paperwork that the managers had in their hands.
The real reason they were there was because somebody probably called and complained. Not about noise.... But because we're kind of a weird little troop of people. All covered in sequins and feathers and camo and deer antlers.
Our little tribe of queers listened to everything from the basement. Hiding in a stinky bunker, wondering what the hell was going on, why these men were out so late, and why were they yelling?
The men left, but not without threatening to call the cops, and arrest everybody in the venue, if we performed. Our little audience was buzzing on the stoop outside. So supportive and wonderful and they waited it out.
The Pharmacy, because they're punk rock as shit was like "nah brah. This is happening." Haygen and Elaina took a deep breath, and continued to be the badass professionals they are and opened the house.
We did the show.
The cops did not come.
And here's the kicker.
L&I called the venue at 2am and apologized.
The show is on, ladies and germs.
Birdie's Pit Stop. The Pit That Wouldn't Stop.