Making their second pit stop at Carnegie Hall, Kiki and Herb have successfully turned their screeching, drunken cabaret act into the hippest, most entertaining, must-see events of the year. Taking swigs off a bottle of Canadian Club, Kiki slurred her way through her catalogue of Christmas tunes that seamlessly segue into songs like "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and in between numbers she hysterically rambled on about politics, religion, life, and Jon Benet Ramsey. Trusty Herb banged away at the piano and back-up shouted the harmony. Three hours of yelling. The nodes on her vocal chords must be the size of testicles. But who cares? Have another drink and let's sing one more song before we die. That's what Kiki is all about. Pre-show and at intermish the people watching was out of control (sighted: John Cameron Mitchell, Jeff Whitty, Rufus Wainwright, Neal Medlyn, Bridgett Everett). I saw drag, tattoos, fedoras, moustaches, piercings, zootsuits, feather boas- a cornucopia of the downtown fabulous and slutty. I was in heaven.