Suicide Girls: Burlesque

I don’t know how many of you readers are already familiar with NSFW, but to be super safe… here we go. NSFW is an acronym for “Not Safe For Work.” And while this is a fairly benign link, I’m still gonna throw out NSFW, just to be safe.

Justin and I had plans to go see the Suicide Girls (NSWF) Burlesque show, which was over at Double Door. We met up outside around 10:30, and after waiting in line a bit, I was refused entry because I had my camera on me.

After arguing (unsuccessfully), I walked home, dumped the camera, and went back. Got inside, and proceeded to sweat profusely for the next hour plus. After working on our drinks a while, we slipped downstairs where there were markedly less people and the air wasn’t as dank.

We hung around there for a while, and then
Justin ended up not feeling well (probably a combo of him not having eaten since our meal at Iberico and the extreme heat). This was a bit sad, since Justin was looking forward to this event…

I ended up hanging out alone for a bit, which was cool and awkward, all at once. I got another drink, and shot a round of pool by myself (I didn’t really want to talk withy anyone, but felt like shooting pool). And I must say – I played really fucking well. I won, of course, but it got really close. Made a nice bank shot, and a few kisses that I’m particularly proud of.

The actual burlesque? Meh. I saw about three acts, and then headed for the door. I was a good ways back, but I just didn’t really find it all that compelling.

The women on stage though, looked like they were having a blast. I mean the looks on their faces… they just really were into it, and seemed to be having a really great time. I heard a lot of hooting and hollering, which is to be expected at a Burlesque. But half the shit I heard being yelled out made me feel like I was in a fraternity somewhere.

A dark, sweaty, frat.

Overall, it really didn’t do much for me. Maybe I was too far back. Maybe it was the guy behind me who, when the girls on stage were talking yelled out “Less Chitty, More Titty.”

The people on stage seemed to be having a good time. The people in the crowd seemed to as well. And since I wasn’t, I left shortly after the girl with the hula hoop got done dancing.