Saturday night Eric and I got home close to midnight. We were returning from our third, yes third, trip to the horrible standup comedy show that we sort of hate but also keep getting free tickets to. This time, though, was probably truly the last time because no more free tickets for us and we are definitely not paying to hear those sad acts for the fourth time.
Entering our building, we noticed that the lights were on upstairs at the lesbian hybrid car garage across the street and there seemed to be some hubbub, but we couldn't really see what.
From the convenient upstairs-neighbor's-eye view allowed by our apartment, we could tell right away what the Luscious ladies were up to: just your typical lesbian mechanic burlesque show above a hybrid garage.
Disappointingly for at least one of us, our line of sight was not of the show itself but rather of the changing room. Our view was probably a lot like being backstage at a Victoria's Secret fashion show: mostly naked women come scurrying back, strip off the scant clothing they're wearing (underneath which it turns out they are not actually naked but wearing protective things like pasties on their upper parts), quickly slip into some new flimsy item and perhaps a colorful wig and then dash back to give their breathless audience a little bit more.
I don't know how long it went on for - long after I went to sleep, I'm sure. For some reason, even though I didn't watch it it made me happy just to know that it was going on. They seemed to be having so much fun! We don't often get that sort of silly, carefree fun on The Clementina Show. It was a nice change.
Monday, March 23, 2009
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