For the second night, I promised myself that my picture-taking skills would improve. I also decided to get shots of every single willing person I could. And, come hell or high water, I decided to use the flash on my camera so that I could get some worthwhile shots of the show.

This is definitely the largest single batch of photos I took, and probably the best quality shots overall.

Here we see the happy joyful cast and fans, posing merrily. Mo insists that she is neither Peter Pan, nor Tinkerbell... Coureton is a sexy bitch... this guy in the center whose name I never caught (but who was apparently named Jeremy -- thanks Neal) looks very pleased with his ensemble... Cathy impressed all and sundry with her corset, and Krohn enjoyed the view greatly.
The doorway to backstage made a surprisingly good frame for shots of both Fred and Lauren. Unfortunately, my innate sense of balance betrayed me for the second shot, thus the skewed angle. Matt looks thrilled to be on camera, and also very much like a hobbit. As always, Dillon made a ravishing Betty Monroe, while Sarah struck a pose that was remarkably similar to the one she'd taken the night before...
Here Jo informs us that it's always nice to be fondled in public -- something I'm sure we all know. Neal is looking shifty-eyed, but Cami's glad to see him. Just ignore the asshole in the middle of this row... *rimshot*
Here, in order, we have: the lovely Erica; a fledgeling member of Rammstein; one of the more disturbing evil-looking shots of the night; Mike G as a bible thumper; and my first fuckup of the evening.
Well, I fixed my fuckup for my second shot of Isaac as Frank, but was then immediately shoo'ed out to the hallway, where I took remarkably mugshot-like shots of Jesse and Kevin. Then, back into the show, for some more cherry popping! And I don't care what Chandra thinks; she looks very nice in that shot, and she's definitely photogenic.
The man on the left is thrilled to be a virgin. Butch is back, beautious as ever. The three girls in the center were dressed as Janet, her Devil, and her Angel -- very cute. Saif (god I hope I spelled that correctly) was pimpin' it big, and the shot on the far right is my next christmas card.
Butch ate Lauren's cherry. Immediately afterward, I saw Jesus high up in the stands, and attempted to get a shot, but failed. This so disconcerted me that I took two shots in a row of the security officer's chest, but Dillon was willing as ever to perk me back to sanity.
The cherry- and lollipop-distribution continued, and I got a rare shot of Julian on her feet... somehow, during the entire weekend, I managed that very few times.
Soon, the virgins were being fed. Our cherry-poppers got into a fight over whose cherry would be eaten by the guy in the middle, but I missed the outcome because I was so distracted by the guy who labeled his nipples. He and his girl were willing to sit still just long enough for me to get one shot, then they proceeded to fuck like sex-starved bonobos. I left them to their fun, and went back down to the front of the theater...
Some well-coiffed audience members were happy to pose for me, and Erica spent her time letting people know how tall they had to be to enter. Lauren's cherries were so popular that she quickly ran out, and proceeded to invite guys up to lick the juice from her fingers.
Soon the eating, licking, and humiliation were (temporarily) put on hold, so that the ever-useful Mo and Matt could be honored. They were given gifts, and then allowed to return to the obscuring anonymity of backstage.
And with that, it was time for everyone's favorite game show. But no one could be bothered to leave for Jeopardy, so we just played Lets-Fake-An-Orgasm instead.
Rammstein-lad had a lot of fun, but wasn't particularly impressive. The virgins gave it a good shot, but it wasn't long until the more experienced hands had to be brought up to give them some help.
Butch tried to help this guy, but was rebuffed. After this shameful display, the first boos of the night were delivered, and the orgasms continued. Jen -- the cast's own Doctor Scott -- was summoned to perform her own distinctly german rendition of the big O.
Doctor Scott's performance had been impressive, but the girl after her managed to move the audience with an unimpressive but respectable orgasm, followed by a whimpered "daddy." The voting was fairly straightforward after that... another tie!
And another duet... though this one less cooperative than the previous night's. And with that, the reading of the rules commenced: this time, the enforcer wore a slinky evening gown -- most likely in an attempt to blend in. We screamed at the camera operator, and god said... let there be lips. And there were lips, and it was good. And then... the dancing goils!
Those members of the audience with objections to the female form are advised to skip down three rows. I got somewhat carried away at this point.
So... *ahem*... yeah. How about that local sports team? I hear they're doing well, locally...
what.
Hey, looky-there... the show started. So... yeah... photos. No, I swear, I'm not still looking at the last row. See? There's Frank... and Riff.
The doctor is revealed in all his glory. I tried to get a good "fuck him with your EYES, bitch!" shot in the middle there, but Carrie was uncooperative and the pose just never happened. I blame her.
Someone apparently thought that silky pajamas looked just like bandages. Nonetheless, for some unknowable reason David got quite a lot of audience response as Rocky. And I must take this opportunity to point out how absolutely fabulous Erin and Ethan were as Magenta and Riff.
Ok now, I have no objection to attractive girls. I swear. But... whoever thought that one was a valid replacement for Meat Loaf as Eddie... well, all I can say is: thanks.
Until someone informed me that Issac (Frank) and Liz (Janet) were dating in real life, the shot on the second to the right was a little distressing. As for the far right... no, that's just good old-fashioned cuddling.
What ever happened to good, old-fashioned cuddling?!? Ah well... when Krohn runs for Senate, this'll be a valuable picture to have... And let's not neglect to mention Neal's arm and shoulder, in the center shot. I'm getting better at this photography stuff, I swear!
I have absolutely no idea why someone thought it was funny to put a deformed pumpkin-thing into the lap of a cast member in a wheelchair... but it was. Oh, was it. And let's not neglect the requisite anal-floss shot.
Jeez... and up until now I had only heard about NSO parties... *runs*
I got one reasonably good shot of Riff and Magenta entering the floor show, and most of the rest of these shots speak for themselves. They say that the city is filthy with sin, and that I should cleanse it...
The cast really was very impressive, as was the costuming and in fact, the whole show. And the angst on Brad's face in that last shot... I could weep.
And as Janet creeps seductively towards the photographer, and the neckless man spins his globe, the production ends. Time for cast call!
And here we have still more... umm... thingie.
Despite all appearances, the shot on the left is NOT a shot of blackness. So there. And in the middle, Neal learns he can rave to the Time Walk.
Lauren strikes a pose, people ignore the camera once more, and Erica looks desperately for something to wear. All that, and a grinning monster.
The Edd is back! Now, take a look at the shot second from the left... how friggin' similar do those pairs of eyes look? Isn't that eerie? I thought so too. Plus, Neal seems to have some weighty matters on his mind, so I'll leave him to think.
This shot gets a whole row to itself. Not because it's special, just because it's last. But it is special. It won the national spelling bee. Well... it came in second. But it could have won!