On Friday night Scott and I went to see Trixie Little and the Evil Hate Monkey, whose co-stars this time around included a man telling dirty jokes in a giant donut costume (complete with a dangling éclair in the wang area), and a male burlesque dancer dressed as the grim reaper on stilts. It was, as always, a great night. Now I’m eagerly awaiting Trixie and Monkey’s “Holiday Spectac-u-thon.”
Every year, Trixie does a burlesque workshop, which I’ve been thinking about doing since seeing them for the first time a couple of years ago. The workshop culminates in a performance which gives me pause, not because I fear being on stage in pasties, but because I’m really such a terrible dancer. I may be in decent shape, but I’m so freakin’ uncoordinated, I just don’t know if I could fake my way through a routine and not end up with a weird stiletto related injury and one of the pasties stuck to my head. Fortunately, I don’t have to think about this now, because I just went to the website for information, and the workshop has been postponed from January until the summer.
Sigh. More interviews for me this week, and waiting, waiting, waiting on news about Scott’s most promising new job prospect…
