My first Tupperware Party...in a small, dark shoebox theatre, our hands stamped on the way in, individually greeted by a BIG woman in a tight-fitting vintage apron. "Oh my, you're knitting...I never could do it on all those needles!" Do what, Dixie? Most responses called forth a coy answer--usually double-entendre, sexual.
Was it by chance that she called out "Number 10," the one on my, yes, nametag as a raffle winner? Bounded onstage, answered, "How do you feel?" with an exuberant, "Excited!" Wish you could have been with me as I was challenged by "Dixie Longate," who truly is the Number One saleswoman for what she calls " this plastic stuff." Picture a little fuzzy? We were laughing so hard. Wish Ron had taken a picture of her red and white high heels, 1950s vintage. You can see she towers over me, challenged me with questions about a small red and blue ball on a key chain, odd object that was my prize.
Always in character, when I offered Dixie, nee Kris Andersson, New York City condoms--she's from Alabama-- "Well, honey, I needed these at 4:30 this afternoon!" Of course I bought "the product," two skinny orange pitchers and a set of collapsible, lime green, 3-cup bowls with lids. Ever since meeting that Saturday with Xtreme English, been carrying the NTC condoms all the time. Only about 500 left--and a plan ahead.
Dixe's Party is on through June 17. I learned so much from her performance; wish I'd seen it when I was promoting Wormware, the world's smallest kitchen composter--the little blue takeout container in photo at right. There's still a chance with Condom Amulets; I have the vintage aprons, forget the high heels.
Dixie has been supporting herself--currently booked up--with at-home Tupperware parties. She averages $20,000 a month; a great fallback for a working actor. See the show for a splendid mix of cross-dressing, hilarity, women's studies/feminism.