Eastside Sisters Show with Banana Delvey and Miss October

Shhhhhh don't tell Miss October that I'm taking over the pod for an episode! tee hee! <3

We are predrinking and getting ready for a my little pony party! Get drunk with us and talk some shit!

We are going on the road and we are taking you with us! This is a little pod we recorded while driving to a gig in the middle of nowhere. Enjoyyyy!

Ommmmmgggg did you all have a fun holiday break? Aparently we had way too much fun because this episode has been sitting on my harddrive for MONTHS and it's full of funny interviews! Enjoy!!!

The battle is heating up with queens week! These queens did not come to play, they came to slay!

It's drag fight club time! We are covering all the action LIVE from the Waldorf for the next 10 weeks! The theme for the first week was KINGS ONLY and these kings came to FIGHT!

This city is sooooo full of LOVE and SUPPORT! 💗 IT’S TOO MUCH 🥹💗 Our little hearts can barely handle it 😭💞 Everyone just gets it!! We are SOBBING in the best way 🏳️‍🌈💖✨ The support here is LOUD, it’s REAL, it’s FAMILY 💒🍒 We’re floating in a sea of glitter and acceptance and we never wanna come down 😭🫧💘 💓 You're loved here, and we hope this episode wraps you up like the campiest,...

In a city where everyone wore sequins on Tuesdays just because, two unlikely best friends reigned supreme: Banana Delvey, a fabulously delusional socialite who insisted she was a "banana heiress" despite no one being sure if bananas had royalty, and Miss October, a vintage pin-up calendar model turned neighborhood fashion icon, who still insisted on posing like she was being photographed...

Once upon a time, in the town of Toodleburg, where everything was dusty and brown and everyone wore shoes two sizes too big, there lived two twin girls named Banana and October . They were perfect. They were shiny. And unfortunately, they were sick. One morning, Banana woke up, brushed her teeth, and somehow invented a whole new kind of beauty. October tied her shoes and caused three men to faint...

Banana Delvey had one goal: regain her status as the toast of the social elite after that unfortunate incident with the underwater opera house and the flamingo fiasco. So when she received a glittery invitation in the mail that said "PROM: A Night to Remember," she mistook it for a charity gala and RSVP’d with 14 exclamation marks and a scented sticker of her own face. Clad in a bedazzled yellow b...

Once upon a time, in the misty fields of East Vanhoover, where the mushrooms grew taller than toadstools and the moonlight painted silver trails through the damp air, there lived a little fairy named Petal. She was a soft, round thing, with a heart even bigger than her plump, dimpled cheeks, and wings that shimmered with an opalescent glow. But despite all her sweetness, her kindness, her love as...

Once, long ago—or perhaps just yesterday, for time meant little in the grand hall—a pageant began. No one could quite remember who had first stepped onto the stage or what prize had been promised, but the show went on. And on. And on. Generations were born under the dim glow of the stage lights, lived in the wings, whispered their dreams between costume changes, and passed away before the final cu...

In the days when the Black Death did haunt the land and nights were thick with sorrow, there was a boy, the son of a humble carpenter, who oft crept from his mother’s hearth when the moon was full. Cloaked in midnight’s shroud, he tread barefoot across the cold earth, seeking the rare and perilous Nightbloom Flowers that unfurled their petals only beneath the fool moon’s light. His mother, a woman...

The night started with a minor inconvenience—Miss October came back from a smoke break clutching her wrist, a trickle of blood staining her fresh acrylics. "Some weirdo bit me," she huffed. "Handled it. Probably just hungry." Banana squinted. "Podling, HE BIT YOU?! That’s some World War Z nonsense!" 🧟 "If I was turning into a zombie, wouldn’t I be gnawing on you by now?" Miss October snorted. But...

A raven landed dramatically on Banana Delvey’s windowsill, looking like it had just left an after-hours. “Caw! There’s a war for the crown happening in the heart of the capital—Davie Street! The stakes are high, the heels are higher, and the shade is DEADLY.” Banana gasped, clutching her pearls (well, a broken necklace from Ardene). “A battle for the crown? Say less.” But before she could snatch h...

In the heart of East Vancouver, where the fairy kingdom lay, Lived sprites and nymphs and talking toads who danced throughout the day. Elves and goblins, pixies bright, and unicorns galore, Gathered round the magic glen to hear what was in store. A pageant most peculiar had begun within the land, But whispers spread of foul play—of a wizard’s iron hand! A pageant rigged? A show unjust? Oh, how the...

Once upon a time, nestled high inside the glowing East Van Cross, lived a happy little elf named Tinkletop. Tinkletop wasn’t just any elf—she was a herb specialist at the Eastside Evergreen Dispensary by day and an open mic performer by night. With her trusty ukulele and a pair of glittery clogs, she sang songs about love, community, and the occasional PSA about the dangers of eating too many edib...

Banana Delvey and Miss October were East Vancouver's most enigmatic duo. Banana, with her penchant for fluevogs, and Miss October, who claimed to be a “seasonal muse,” were always at the center of gossip and intrigue. Yet, no one truly knew their secrets. This, as it turned out, was their downfall—or rather, their shrink-down. It started one sunny Tuesday morning on Davie Street. Banana noticed he...

Once upon a time in the fabulous kingdom of The Eastside, there lived two beautiful twin princesses, Banana and Miss O. These girls were the definition of fierce, always rocking matching tiaras and sparkly dresses. But don’t let their glitter fool you – they were total badasses ready to slay (literally) any day! One sunny morning, Banana and Miss O were busy getting ready for their BFF fairy Flora...

It had been one of those days. You know the ones. Banana Delvey and Miss October were behind the counter at the gas station in East Van, pretending to work. Banana leaned against the cash register, staring at the half-stocked shelves like they were a tragic art installation. Miss October scrolled her phone behind a sad rack of lighters, occasionally flipping a chip bag for dramatic effect. Custome...

It was a sparkling Tuesday morning when Banana Delvey slammed down her rhinestone coffee mug and announced, “Miss O, today we are embarking on a mission—a quest for the most charismatic feet in East Van!” ✨👠 Miss October raised an eyebrow, draped luxuriously on the couch in a leopard-print robe. 🐆 “Charismatic feet? Banana, this is why we can’t have normal hobbies.” But she grabbed her purse an...

Once upon a fabulously dramatic time in the glittery world of Vancouver, two queens ruled Davie Street High: Miss October, a sassy diva with an emerald-green aesthetic and a heart as fierce as her eyeliner 💚👠, and Banana Delvey, a hilarious, larger-than-life queen who could light up a room with her laugh and her bling 🍌💄. But honey, these two were not instant besties. Oh no. This story is a ta...

Once upon a crack of dawn, in a little village perched between the henhouses and the city’s cobblestone streets, there lived a rooster named Cluckston. 🐓 Cluckston wasn’t just any rooster; oh no, he was the cock of the walk. His feathers shimmered in the sun like freshly polished eggshells, and his strut was so smooth it could butter a biscuit. ✨🍞 He was a devoted father, a loving husband, and...

It was Christmas Eve on Davie Street 🎄✨, and the drag duo Banana Delvey and Miss October were wrapping up their annual holiday bash. Miss October looked like a Christmas angel 😇 in a custom rhinestone gown, while Banana was rocking her usual holiday look: crumbs on her chest 🍪 and eggnog in her hair 🥛. As the party wound down, Miss October handed Banana a gift 🎁 wrapped in pink foil and drip...

📢 Darling, gather round and prepare yourselves for a tale that’ll have you clutching your pearls and rolling your eyes right into next week! So, picture this: a producer pacing the floors of their sky-high tower, eyes like two bloodshot disco balls, honey. This poor soul hasn’t slept a wink in days. Why, you ask? Because, right beneath those creaky floorboards, they’ve buried the cringiest, messi...