Wow, that was some fun burlesque.
So you guys gave me all these wicked names, but when I stepped on stage in my teensy weensy dress and pink wig, "Hella Stella" popped out of my mouth and I just went with it. Sigh.
Co-hosting a queer burlesque show is really freaking different than just watching it. OBVIOUS MUCH. But really. What a different way to see the show.
Some funny stuff:
- I was in the changing room with the performers trying to pick a wig. Everyone was naked and putting tassels and electrical tape on their bits. Suddenly my outfit felt very modest.
- Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned around to find a girl I went to high school with getting ready for the show. I literally have not seen this girl since grad, and there she was wearing nothing but gold foil, chatting about who is getting married and having kids. It was pretty cool.
- I'm not sure I've ever been hit on by so many people in one night, but then again, I was wearing this thing:
After the show, I did something bizarre. I didn't drink, and I didn't attend any parties. I went home, ripped off my fishnets, and pulled on my pjs. As much as I love a good party, I was really craving some down time with my sweetheart and my puppy. It was a good choice. Plus, we got to reminisce on all the hotness we had just seen (so much hotness!).
Unfortunately, right before bed Morty was a little overly ambitious and banged up his paw trying to climb up a concrete wall. Now he's all limpy. Poor tyke!
Other things I'm doing these days?
Making killer tasty risotto.
Budgeting for my BH's last year in school.
Switching internet providers because ours sucks so freaking hard.
Eating wasabi peanuts.
Reorganizing the kitchen cupboards, and finding that we really do have a lot of food in the pantry.
Dreaming of making pesto.
Getting excited for Certain Sort.
Making a lot of lists.
Yeah. I guess you could say that things are going pretty well so far this week.