Joining me in this
|double fisting! Atta girl.|
At Polly's you have to do three numbers. Mai Tai was the first up with Sunday Girl, prancing about with a jumprope she spun around like nunchucks.
|"I'm a broad with a broad, broad mind!"|
They largely backfired. My fur fell, I dropped the book at the wrong moment and (oy!) tossing sweaty fake dollars from my cleavage proved challenging. If I was foiled by my own brilliant idea, I believe they proved effective in distracting the audience from reading my lips.
For my second number I went for chestnut, attempting to channel my Latina heritage. Belle Igerent kept following me around prowling after more drink tickets...
And on opening night:
He got onstage too early and, in character, refused to leave. Which was downright hilarious. Alas the show must go on...
For the first time in the history of the universe (it has been noted by those who know me), I was asked to leave because of my friends behavior and not the other way around. Naturally, we didn't leave. We went back for more champagne... until Belle Igerent finally gave in and headed home. What a vision.
|Business casual...after dark|