Shocking no one, I missed Twin’s debut performance as one of the The Caburlesque Kittens (touted as “When classic cabaret meets the burlesque!”) when my “just five more minutes” of nap time turned into 2AM. My apology was lost on Twin who came out this morning with both guns blazing full of venom (“YOU ARE RUDE!”) until I calmed her happy ass down with my time proven, can’t fail technique, compliments. “After looking at these photos I can see why they hired you. You’re so much prettier than the other girls.”
With Twin, the compliment, with a good dose of attention, is usually more than enough to get back into her good graces. But with another girlfriend steamed at me because I didn’t jump for joy or perform a triple axle when informed of the plans for her birthday party (effort was involved when I thought it would be more fun if we just stayed home and had a nice cake), I took no chances because I can only do one fight at a time ( especially with this pushy and more aggressive strain of “modern woman”) so I also pulled out the mea culpa, “When is your next rehearsal? I want to bring freshly baked muffins to you and the other dancers since I rudely slept through your performance.” With that, the fight was over and we moved on to more important things. Here are some highlights from the evening.
1. According to O.J. and N.H.F. (8 and her photography skills, Marja and D3 were also in attendance) the show was entertaining and spicy. For a newbie, Twin more than held her own (no surprise there) .
2. D3 burped, “I want to be a Caburlesque Kitten groupie!” to Twin. Well DUH! Of course you do D3, of course you do. I’m just happy he didn’t try to stuff a $20 bill into any of the ladies undergarments due to the usual venues he attends for live performances…and the company he keeps. But I’m not here for gossip..
3. Marja got a lap dance and then purred that one of the girls solo dances made her want to go home and have sex. No one bothered to tell her that oxygen makes her want to go home and have sex.
4. Twin squeaked this cheer, while onstage “My name is Foxxy, yeah!” "I love to play.... yeah!” "But hold on boys... yeah" “You have to pay!" Good heavens that is racy. Once again I am grateful D3 didn’t rush the stage with a $20. That line was nothing compared to "I like big guns...so blow your load....on my big buns!” Which was actually spat out by another dancer on-stage!!! Twin's new little career would have been shut down, after I pulled her from the show, if I found out she was spewing filth. And I’m serious. “Time to go dear! Get your sh*t!”
Anyway, I’d like to give a special thank you to the universally beloved 8 for taking all the photos you see here in this blog.
& Good Day
9/30/2009 T. 4 comments