So. SG burlesque.
Let me begin by explaining that I am only five foot five. in an outdoor venue where every one is standing and a good portion of the audience is wearing platform boots, this results in me
1: not seeing shit.
And 2: Generally not caring about what's going on.
With this said, Emo's was packed. Actually the most crowded I've seen it in recent memory. 10 to 20 minutes just to get a drink at the bar, and this is when you've made it to the front of the line.
So, while waiting for drinks I noticed a few of the SG girls were caddy corner to me at the bar, looking gorgeous, and drinking very strong fruitjuice/alcohol drinks, so I just smoked sourly and pretended to not know who they were because that would make me "cool". Little did I know that this was the most of any of the girls I was going to see for the rest of the night.
Fast forward through some pop band or another that ranks as a nonevent in my evening and then the Burlesque show starts...
with nary a hope in hell of forcing our way to anywhere vaguely resembling 'near the stage' or for that matter 'across the street from the stage',
We all stood vaguely confused and blind to what was happening about 8 or 900 yards away from the actual show with close to a hundred other oogling losers.
What you could see of the stage was obscured by the sheet metal awnings and further obscured by columns and people hanging from the rafters.
As to what I thought of the show:
The music was good for the most part, and the thin (and I think undulating) forms of pale skin with the occasional triangle of color which could have been tattoos or panties, or possibly even tattoos of panties might have even been titilating if I didn't need a fucking NSA spy satalite to relay the images to me.
By the resevior dogs bit, which again, I assume was hot but really wouldn't know, We were just milling about smoking cigarettes, waiting for friends to return from the bar, and watching six hundred people stand on their toes.
As fritz said "I am so over this."
All in all, it was like trying to see one of those 'Magic Eye' pictures, only with this one, everyone says its totally awesome, and even really sexy, so you stare at for what feels like hours, get a migrain, cross your eyes and never see a fucking thing.
ten dollars and an additional 20 on drinks just to hang around on the same street some girls are getting naked on.
you can certainly no longer say Suicide Girls is struggling with obscurity.
Feh. 'F- minus'.
Let me begin by explaining that I am only five foot five. in an outdoor venue where every one is standing and a good portion of the audience is wearing platform boots, this results in me
1: not seeing shit.
And 2: Generally not caring about what's going on.
With this said, Emo's was packed. Actually the most crowded I've seen it in recent memory. 10 to 20 minutes just to get a drink at the bar, and this is when you've made it to the front of the line.
So, while waiting for drinks I noticed a few of the SG girls were caddy corner to me at the bar, looking gorgeous, and drinking very strong fruitjuice/alcohol drinks, so I just smoked sourly and pretended to not know who they were because that would make me "cool". Little did I know that this was the most of any of the girls I was going to see for the rest of the night.
Fast forward through some pop band or another that ranks as a nonevent in my evening and then the Burlesque show starts...
with nary a hope in hell of forcing our way to anywhere vaguely resembling 'near the stage' or for that matter 'across the street from the stage',
We all stood vaguely confused and blind to what was happening about 8 or 900 yards away from the actual show with close to a hundred other oogling losers.
What you could see of the stage was obscured by the sheet metal awnings and further obscured by columns and people hanging from the rafters.
As to what I thought of the show:
The music was good for the most part, and the thin (and I think undulating) forms of pale skin with the occasional triangle of color which could have been tattoos or panties, or possibly even tattoos of panties might have even been titilating if I didn't need a fucking NSA spy satalite to relay the images to me.
By the resevior dogs bit, which again, I assume was hot but really wouldn't know, We were just milling about smoking cigarettes, waiting for friends to return from the bar, and watching six hundred people stand on their toes.
As fritz said "I am so over this."
All in all, it was like trying to see one of those 'Magic Eye' pictures, only with this one, everyone says its totally awesome, and even really sexy, so you stare at for what feels like hours, get a migrain, cross your eyes and never see a fucking thing.
ten dollars and an additional 20 on drinks just to hang around on the same street some girls are getting naked on.
you can certainly no longer say Suicide Girls is struggling with obscurity.
Feh. 'F- minus'.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
boi:
I second that F- minus.
smokepuppet:
I had a good time...I was also drunk (shocking, I know).