I didn't see any cutitng

I didn't see any cutitng

So I went to see my first burleseque show tonight at the High Dive. The performers? Those lovely, innocent lasses from Suicide Girls.Com. While Kate, Nicole, Megan, Todd and I got there a little later than we'd hoped, we luckily still got there in time to see two shitty bands before the ladies broke out the pasties and the g-strings. In addition, it was nice of all the tallest people in the twin city area to stand right in front of us so we could get a good view of their backs. They sure knew how to make a fella feel welcome.

When the burlesque show proper started, I can't say I was all that impressed, a few exceptions aside. Most of the show was your standard adolescent male fantasy, as Kate pointed out during one of the performances. We got the cheerleaders. We got the "cooks" (although I'm curious to know what kind of delicacy they planned to make with only whipped cream and chocolate syrup). The stand-outs? Well how about the burlesque version of the ear cutting scene in Reservoir Dogs? How about a dance done to the tune of Chocolate Salty Balls (a song, I might add, that I haven't heard since middle school)? Frankly, I'm not entirely certain the show was worth $10 American. On the other hand, the Suicide Girls tip girl kissed me on the neck and carressed my cheek twice during the show, admitting that she "never forgets a cute face." Now she knows how to make a fella feel welcome.

Despite some frustration, I would say that all in all it was a fun time. Not worth the ten dollars, but the self-esteem boast from the tip girl was a nice bonus for the money paid. To think: I could have gone home with my very own Suicide Girl. What would the guys at the water cooler say then?

Have a nice and sultry night.

D