Occasionally there are frustrations

The Mutter Museum show is going to be great. It's also going to be insane. I fear I'm not into the weirdness of it quite as much as the other ladies are. I'm into it for them, but not for me. Weirdness, I think, generally goes hand-in-hand with elaborate costuming, which I currently don't have the funds for.

If all goes according to plan, I will be starting a new job by the end of the month. Cross your fingers and knock on wood.

The other great frustration is that I will not be able to do Revival Burlesque's September 24 show at L'Etage. I only just noticed today that that day is a Thursday, which means I have an evening class (I am, as of two weeks ago, a part-time grad student). I've already contacted Annie A-Bomb (our fearless leader) and let her know, hoping it wouldn't be too terrible a bombshell to drop.

There's a little sigh of relief with it, I won't lie, as I would have wanted to re-work my routine for that show for the third time. Someday I'll perfect that number. Unfortunately, I don't think that'll come until I can afford to really invest in a costume* for it.

Anything to scratch something off the to-do list.

You're still all required to go see the L'Etage show, though. I'll expect a full report.




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*Or, since it's set to "Banana Split For My Baby" by Louie Prima, a giant sundae dish to writhe around in. Like a high-calorie Dita Von Teese routine.