My gal pal KittyKat joined me for a trip to the Big Apple this past weekend. A business research trip. But no, for really – we had to see burlesque!
The sixth annual New York Burlesque Festival was this past weekend, and our fabulous duo did it up right, filled up with inspirational bumps and grinds to the point of overflowing. This was our first year in attendance. It will not be our last.
It’s so thrilling to see such a diverse bevy of buxom broads (and boys). Styles ranged from Ziegfeld-inspired, classic 1930s and 1940s, 1950s pinup cheesecake, bizarre, comedic, contortionist, hip-hop, acrobatic, fetish, balloons, and one helluva Prince impersonation striptease, all emceed by the hilarious Murray Hill. Many of our favorite performers were on the bill, but our award for most hilarious and downright amazing was unanimous – Maryland’s own Trixie Little and the Evil Hate Monkey. If you’ve never had the opportunity to see these two, make a point of it. You won’t be sorry.
In addition to a nigh-overdose of burlesque, Kat and I enjoyed possibly the most beautiful weather as we walked everywhere, shopping, eating, laying on the rocks in Central Park, eating more, eyeing the beautiful Italian boys, marveling at the rhythm of everything in this rumbling place.
As an aside, for you GFers in our readership, Risotteria is my new favorite joint – a full gluten free menu of risotto, pizzas, paninis, and much more. So so good. Makes me all tingly just to think of it. Om nom nom nom.
So back the hometown. I love Richmond. I love my home and my people and my critters. Sometimes I think the best thing about little adventures is being reminded of everything you love about your mundane everyday. Life is good. We have beautiful weather today in the old dominion, and the trees, slightly-singed, are breathing a collective sigh of relief after a summer of dry dry soil. Me too.
As unfocused as my blissful brain. Le sigh.