One Hell of a Meat Show
Last night I went to the Spielpalast Cabaret. It was fantastically sexy. Once again, the ladies (and fellas) put on a great show and the band was amazing. It was worth every penny. I highly recommended going. There are three more shows this week: Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.
A couple friends came to town from New York to see the show. When they arrived, we went to Pho Dang for dinner — Vietnamese food, yum. We thought we had plenty of time, but when we returned to my hovel, I checked the tickets and they said the show started a 7:30. It was 7:08! We quickly put on our dapper attire and walked as fast as we could to City Hall. We arrived at 7:31, only to find a long line.
We finally went inside, but there wasn’t any room on the main floor so we had to sit in the balcony. The lights dimmed and I quivered in burlesque anticipation. The show began and I was transported to another time, filled with vises and sexual innuendos. My foot uncontrollable tapped to the music. I was sweating a bit — I don’t know if it was from the hot room or the dames.
After the first act, we were able to snag a table on the main floor. The show is much better when seen from there, you feel like you’re part of it. (My one suggestion is to get there early and get a table.) The second act was much stronger than the first, but that could have been due to the better view.
After the show — I wish it never ended — we went to a bar across the street for cocktails. As you may know, I rarely drink, but it was a special occasion. After a few drinks we went to another bar and then home.
It was a lovely night. It felt great to dress up and unwind with some old fashioned debauchery. I really needed the break. I should get out more.
When I woke up this morning… er, afternoon, my companions were gone. For a moment I thought the entire night was just a wonderful dream. Then I saw a note on my table, underneath my sock garters (I haven’t figured out what the last line says):
I didn’t take any photographs of the show (apparently there was a big sign that said “No Photos” that I didn’t see). However, I did take some here and there during the night:
