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Morning on a day filled with dance. And roses!

Hurly Burly

Friday the 13th is known by the superstitious as an inauspicious day. Macbeth is known as an inauspicious play. Opening night of The Art of Burlesque might not have been Macbeth, but it fell on Friday the 13th and was plagued by mishap after mishap, but somehow, the damned thing all came together.

This is despite a vast array of SNAFUs, including a CD player not working, all but two of the performers being sick with the flu, and having a necessary change in musical arrangement for one performer ten minutes before the show began. But it worked! And we rocked Kitchener.

Oh yes.

My favourite quotations of the night:

K-Starr, while Terre Delicieuse was messing around with clips and snaps under her big skirt: "I just need a quick release!"

Me taking the roses out of my hair: "I'm deflowering myself!"

Tonight's our last night. And now I am getting the burlesque plague. You can bet I'm hopping myself up on meds. The show must go on!

Some pictures are up here. More will be posted as we get 'em!

I look a bit crazed here, but this is from my first performance of the night: