Tonight was the amateur burlesque competition I signed up for six weeks ago in a fit of “let’s not think about this decision because you’ll talk yourself out of it.” How did it go, you ask? Did I rock the socks off everyone in the bar?
Well, I don’t know about that. But I certainly flashed them my tits.
Other things that happened:
- I lost my footing partway through the routine and fell on my ass (but did not sweat like a pig through the corset, so, WIN)
- A strange man kissed my hand, then grinned gallantly and whooshed out the door (no, like, literally whooshed, there was a whooshing noise)
- Rachel and Batia got me flowers! (and a balloon labeled “baby girl”?… !!)
- My friends continued to be wonderful, supportive people! I love all of you.