Underneath layers of shimmering baby oil, I found myself during that mysterious night known as Rabbot Cabaret. What I found was astounding; I was lean, tall and fierce, but all of that did not surprise me at all. Even though this beast of a man was voracious, he had an enchanting gentleness about him. For what I found was everything that is best in me. What I found was Evan Alexander Hawk. If there is anything I would like to depict about my experience as emcee for Rabbot Cabaret, it is my pride. I am proud to have been a part of such an amazing show. While I considered all the acts to be amazing, the hypnotic moves of the IndoPak dance really spoke to me. Furthermore, the wonderful rhythms of that amazing tambourine player that accompanied the Tucker House Experience moved me to tears. However, the most impressive act I think spoke to each and every one of us. The show was riddled with a couple of technical errors. Andrew Richardson’s ’08 bass string broke and the piano stand also broke. Even in such adversity, Max Meyer ’08 delighted and closed the show with Maroon 5’s “Sunday Morning” as three freshmen served as his “piano stand.” What I am most proud of is to have stood by such a great man. Even when I close my eyes, all I can see is his chest hair glimmering and dancing in the sweltering lights of Kemper, for Evan Hawk is the one true muse. He graced us all with his divine wind and breathed inspiration into our quaint student talent show. The result was something remarkable. Even though the only thing we prepared was a few pages of illegible notes, I think our skits were a tremendous success. Before the show, when I asked Evan what we were going to do, he replied, “Shut up! We’ll wing it.” While I thought his plan was positively harebrained, it made all the difference. When Evan and I were improvising, we could just relax and be ourselves. I think this is what made the show so much fun to do. The second show was absolutely wonderful because Evan and I were a lot more comfortable with the material and we had a more responsive crowd. I am truly proud of this show, one that was spawned from a single line by the Great Evan Hawk, “We’ll just do a 300 skit … you little nancy boy.”
