Well kids, I have been to SG Burlesque and I have seen the promised land.
A land where beautiful women with incredible breasts roam free while shaking their shit to suprisingly good music.
I want to live there.
Needless to say, I will be attending Sydney's 2nd show tomorrow night and I'm not leaving until I am covered in cream, SuicideGirl spit and glitter.
Highlights: Everything Fanny did, everything Reagan said, being in the same room as Nixon, having drinks with Sydney SGer's, being hand-fed pizza, the totally ass-spankingly gorgeous girl hanging around the bar before the show (I still don't know if I wanted to fuck her or be her), being poked in the breast by a SuicideBoy (
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Following Friday night's Burlescapades, the Unholy Trinity +1 headed over to a Rob Zombie album launch at Club Blink at the Agincourt, a little wary about what to expect since our last Blink experience was a totally ass sucking experience.
Happily, this night proved different and we got trashy and loud on free drinks and shook our junks to Rob Zombie, Tool (as much as you can shake your junk to Tool anyway), NIN, Manson, QOTSA and other stuff that was loud and good.
There was a disheartening lack of cute boys in attendance however, and to all the boys who think a good way to introduce themselves is to come up behind you and grind their crotch into your butt, NO! GO HOME!
One told me that I was the most "decent" looking girl there (whoa buddy, don't go overboard with the adjectives!) because I didn't look as "scary" as the others. Which, as far as compliments/lines go, is really quite lame. I want to look scary so that fucktards like that leave me the hell alone.
Grrr! See? I'm scary.
About a thousand drinks, lots of booty shakin and plenty of stomping later, we tumbled out and into a cab to Living_Dead_Girl's humble abode.
Warning: Never invite a drunk spookshow_baby into your home. She will wake up all those around her, say the same thing over and over and leave a trail of destruction behind her (Exhibit A: broken intercom and the mirror that magically "jumped" off the wall).
And then she will come and jump on your bed in the morning just as you are wondering whether it's time to start thinking about the possibility of perhaps moving your head sometime in the nearish future.
On the plus side, being still somewhat drunk in next morning made for an interesting and hilarious journey home.
A land where beautiful women with incredible breasts roam free while shaking their shit to suprisingly good music.
I want to live there.
Needless to say, I will be attending Sydney's 2nd show tomorrow night and I'm not leaving until I am covered in cream, SuicideGirl spit and glitter.
Highlights: Everything Fanny did, everything Reagan said, being in the same room as Nixon, having drinks with Sydney SGer's, being hand-fed pizza, the totally ass-spankingly gorgeous girl hanging around the bar before the show (I still don't know if I wanted to fuck her or be her), being poked in the breast by a SuicideBoy (
)
Following Friday night's Burlescapades, the Unholy Trinity +1 headed over to a Rob Zombie album launch at Club Blink at the Agincourt, a little wary about what to expect since our last Blink experience was a totally ass sucking experience.
Happily, this night proved different and we got trashy and loud on free drinks and shook our junks to Rob Zombie, Tool (as much as you can shake your junk to Tool anyway), NIN, Manson, QOTSA and other stuff that was loud and good.
There was a disheartening lack of cute boys in attendance however, and to all the boys who think a good way to introduce themselves is to come up behind you and grind their crotch into your butt, NO! GO HOME!
One told me that I was the most "decent" looking girl there (whoa buddy, don't go overboard with the adjectives!) because I didn't look as "scary" as the others. Which, as far as compliments/lines go, is really quite lame. I want to look scary so that fucktards like that leave me the hell alone.
Grrr! See? I'm scary.
About a thousand drinks, lots of booty shakin and plenty of stomping later, we tumbled out and into a cab to Living_Dead_Girl's humble abode.
Warning: Never invite a drunk spookshow_baby into your home. She will wake up all those around her, say the same thing over and over and leave a trail of destruction behind her (Exhibit A: broken intercom and the mirror that magically "jumped" off the wall).
And then she will come and jump on your bed in the morning just as you are wondering whether it's time to start thinking about the possibility of perhaps moving your head sometime in the nearish future.
On the plus side, being still somewhat drunk in next morning made for an interesting and hilarious journey home.