Oh my! If you weren't at Lincoln Tap Room on Thursday for the WCBF Opening Night Party, you missed
some amazing burlesque. Please administer to yourself the appropriate
punishment. I'll wait.
Welcome back. Many of the performers were
from the Chicago area and I can't think of a better way to kick off the
fest than having the locals greet the out-of-towners by dropping their
pants and revealing glittery, sexy undies. Red Rum and Special K brought
the macabre and odd. Saucy Jack's cool goofball in "The Jack" hit the
right blend of comedy and sexy. Josephine Shaker was sensually elegant
in jewels and a tux. Cruel Valentine blew our minds, mixing singing with
the splits. And Lucy Flawless made us all quiver in our boots and other
places as a legal queen of pain. One of the non-locals who made an
appearance, Miss Alyssa Kitt, absolutely made me lose my shit with her
classic routine, amazing ostrich feather headpiece and truly excellent
tassel twirling.
After all of that, I was starving. Burlesque has
this weird arc: Tension until performance, elation during and for awhile
after, then the urge to have a sandwich and go to sleep. Sounds a lot
like sex, doesn't it? In any case, it was time for a turkey burger at
the Golden Apple, then some well-earned sleep and rhinestone-studded
dreams. It's a tough life, but it's mine.
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