I thought I was just going dancing.
There was a freak show.
It was enough sword-swallowing, black lace, fishnets, Liza Minnelli-style singing, false eyelashes, garter belts, contortion, guys in kimonos, and chair-dances to last until next Halloween.
I wouldn't mind, though, if I happened upon it again sooner rather than later.
I've always been gleefully curious about cabaret and burlesque... carnies and what-have-you. What is it about that dark comedy that thrills us so? Doesn't it always seem like they have a secret?
Here we go, Day 79: https://ia600706.us.archive.org/16/items/Improv11111/11_1_118_32Pm.mp3