calling all judy's

today at noon, my friend peter is going to once again be channeling judy garland. i say "channeling" because it's the closest description i can come up with. he doesn't look like judy, nor does he attempt to. somehow, he throws on a sparkly dress, some awful pumps, and a moppy black wig and becomes judy garland. it's freakish. this time, in addition to the sparkly dress and awful pumps, he'll be wearing some black lady pantyhose. apparently he went to the store to buy them, and when the salesgirl asked him what he needed and he replied "black pantyhose," she reached for some dark charcoal-brown old-black-lady hose. we're in baltimore. go figure.

what's best about today's performance is that it's the second time he's done drag at peabody. i have no doubt that this is the gayest event that peabody conservatory--and the legions of undergraduate instrumentalists required to attend--has ever seen. on second thought, there was the time that john shirley-quirk made out with steve rainbolt while bill sharp videotaped, but that's just never discussed.