Home in ugly yet comfortable clothes with a bunch of DVD's borrowed from friends for whom I am cat-sitting. They have "Blue Velvet" which I haven't seen in years. I kinda wish I had a glass of wine; it's that kind of evening.
I saw a thing on TV (yeah! TV at the cat house) about modern-day burlesque. It was so fun to watch! I'd love to do something like that; I mean learn how to do it. Not perform, because, yeah, teacher. But it's so fun.
Saget is oooooooold. Ancient. Superannuated.
I saw a thing on TV (yeah! TV at the cat house) about modern-day burlesque.
I've seen some in SF and NOLA - it's very fun. And the gals are all sizes and quite luscious. My favorite was the trapeze act.
Hmmm. Trapezing in my underwear.
And accessories!
No, thanks: I'm the girl who falls. Heels are as good as I can manage.
And sometimes, even those rear up and bite me.
Most of the retro-smut acts I've seen have involved a fair amount of dancing. The trapeze girls even recreated some classic dances from the Cotton Club.
Oh, the ones I saw were doing fan dancing and all that; pretty costumes, good tunes and fun clothes. I agree a trapeze act would be most impressive.
I think I could dance in lingerie and heels, but the trapeze act is so out of my league.
I think I could dance in lingerie and heels, but the trapeze act is so out of my league.
Well, the trapeze act was well out of the league of everybody else who wasn't doing a trapeze act. These girls were in fine fine quite muscular shape. Excellent thighs. They could crack Brazil nuts with their thighs.
Brazil nuts mock my thighs.
Oh, well; I can live without the adulation of nuts.
Oh, well; I can live without the adulation of nuts.
Didn't you just do the walk of shame this week? I think there was some nut adulation going on.
Shame, schmame. I was just a little naughty. This weekend is sctrictly naught-free.
And to that end, I am going to read. My office is fucking freezing.