Causing Damage Like An Atom Bomb
After my trip to DC this weekend was postponed (boo! I missed the Fyrchk!), I was still determined to break free of the "Mommy!Mommy!Mommy!Mommy!Wook!Wook! Wook!Wook!WOOOOOOOK!" chains. I'm also following in the footsteps of my sister-in-law who swears that a girl's weekend or a get away of some sort every three months is necessary for your mental health. I couldn't agree more.
While talking with my hairstylist on Thursday, she mentioned that she was going to a local burlesque show on Saturday night. A mutual friend is in a local troupe, and it was her first night singing with a live band, not necessarily performing. I said, "Sign me up!!".
While talking with my hairstylist on Thursday, she mentioned that she was going to a local burlesque show on Saturday night. A mutual friend is in a local troupe, and it was her first night singing with a live band, not necessarily performing. I said, "Sign me up!!".
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I drove over to her house, hung out with her new rescue dog, Ramone (he seriously had been raised by gypsies in Spain and left to die in a warehouse - talk about a life!), loved on him for a bit, then proceeded to make our way down to the Gothic for the show.
We had a KICK ASS TIME! Seriously. The ladies were beautiful, all shapes and sizes, totally talented. (start rant) SO very refreshing to see REAL LOOKING women, you know? Kind of like the new Dove soap advertisements ... real women, real bodies. If more men accepted women with curves and what not, the world would be a better place in my book. (end rant)
I, also, had the priviledge of sitting in front of a forty-year-old version of Napolean Dynamite. Hair all cocked to the side. Big ass fogged up glasses. A mismatched suit and a funky tie. He spent the majority of the night lecturing those around him on the girls, as well as yelling out, "TAKE IT OFF, BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY-BAY!". I'm thinking he might - just might - be a regular follower.
And thanks to Dark Damian, I am now the proud owner of a song I heard last night. Where have I been, and why the hell didn't I know about Portishead?? Gawd. I've heard OF them, just never HEARD them, apparently. The gal did a hot routine to Glory Box, tophat and a chair. Very sexy. I have had the song on repeat most of the afternoon, letting my inner-burlesque girl out to play in my mind.
So ... next show, anyone wanna go along?? Hmmmm???
Labels: burlesque, mommy's night out
