Front row, center

Got to “Fashionistas” tonight — front-row center seats, baybee!

I may create an iMix with all the music, if one doesn’t exist already. LOVED the tunage.

The show was fine. I don’t think it was worth sixty bucks. But then again, there were women in skimpy outfits doing airborne calisthenics right above my head (wrapped in a sheet — very nice) so I guess I got my money’s worth. The girl who sat next to me left for awhile, while one of the acrobatics experiences was taking place. Wuss. 😉

She seemed disgusted in general. Looked like she thought it was going to be something else entirely. We were given posters after the show and collectible programs (i.e., the song list with which I will be creating my next playlist) and she tossed EVERYTHING in the first available trash can.

I was tres underdressed for a fetish show. Perhaps the only person who left the hotel in khaki pants and an albeit-casual blazer. Of course, I got points for being the youngest in the audience — i.e., the one person who probably read the show description on teh Interweb — and I think I was the only one who was clapping with any feeling whatsoever.

They worked hard, the dancers. Although I do admit, for a supposedly sexual storyline, some of those chicks were as wooden as a freaking Pinocchio doll. And entirely too skinny — seriously, bones don’t turn me on, sweethearts, even when they’re covered in fishnets and leather garters!

I ended up at the Paris for the evening, at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Which was lovely, per usual. It’s been about two years since I’ve been up there, and I believe the last adventure was in the winter with someone who chatted a lot. I watched the fountains at the Bellagio dance, and well, it was a fantabulous night. Now it’s 2 a.m. Pacific and I’m afraid I’m going to sleep through my wake-up call. Oh well! 🙂

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