On a typical Sunday morning, the line for Godfrey’s Drag Brunch tracks down East Grace Street in Richmond as men and women, including the occasional grandmother, wait for their chance to sip mimosas and toss dollar bills at Godfrey’s over-the-top entertainers.
On a recent Sunday, on quarantine lockdown, Grace Street was a ghost town; restaurants were closed except for takeout orders, as mandated in Virginia.
But backstage at Godfrey’s, the divas were in their usual places at their makeup mirrors — now 6 feet apart — spraying their wigs in place and fluffing the feathers on their costumes.
They were getting ready to perform their popular drag brunch, only to an empty room.
But they weren’t alone.