An abbreviated list of shit I’ve seen drag queens do at MUGZ: a queen lob small apples into the crowd; a queen crab-walking in 8-inch heels, collecting crumpled up dollar bills that people threw onstage; a queen order a drink during her number while a broccoli-shaped stuffed animal performed in her place; a queen whipping onlookers with her long pink braids. It’s a wild, careening, trashy show full of strange and wonderful drag entertainers. All in the drafty, dumpster-adjacent Timbre Room. It’s Seattle drag at its most unrefined (and fun!). by Jas Keimig