If you want to class up an event, invite Sleepless, Ice Cream Man and I. We’ve got costumes, dance moves, no inhibitions and coupons.
Wise to this information, Live Longer invited us and several others to attend a burlesque/sketch cabaret show. Our evening started simply and elegantly at Live Longer’s home with cocktails and appetizer. As the witching hour approached, we grabbed our feathered masks and headed to the venue. Knowing we would be drinking, a lot, Sleepless, Ice Cream Man and I opted to take a ride from That’s Not Chinese and Unfazed. Knowing they would leave earlier than others, we knew we would need to figure out a ride home. Being that we were nowhere near ready to go home, we bought a round of drinks and decided to worry about it later.
With our drinks in hand, and possibly left unattended at times, we tooled around the venue, checking out fetish rooms, snakes, tarantulas and other oddities. We also spent quite a bit of time in the photo booth and hitting the dance floor – literally. By we, I may just mean me. For whatever reason, I prefer to blame my boots, my body spent about as much time on the floor as it did vertical. By the end of the night, we had left the dance floor for something bigger and better – the stage. As we busted some crazy moves, we also busted a few blood vessels – hitting the floor, over and over again. At one point, Live Longer threw down a move so intense she found herself horizontal on the stage. The audience responded with a loud ‘whoa;’ sadly, however, nobody responded to any of our moves with a tip. Alas, when we finally exited the stage, the tip jar looked like our drink glasses – completely empty.
It was at this point that our next adventure – getting home – began.