Uh oh. What happened last night?
I believe a lot of beer was consumed, lots of boobies were seen, and, dare I say it? Lots of karaoke was sang. Yea. It was that kind of a night.
I planned a secret date night and when I finally sprung it on M that we were going to a burlesque show, he looked mystified.
M: “Burlesque? What is that? I’ve never heard that word before.”
So he guessed. I believe “donkey show,” “midget fighting,” and “ant race” were all in the running. But no, a burlesque show is a funny, sexy, slightly raunchy theatrical performance put on by women of all ages and sizes. I don’t know if nudity is part of it, but it wasn’t last night. Pasties and thongs galore!
We went to El Rio in the Mission, a dive bar that puts on burlesque every Friday night. M’s face was priceless when our lovely host, Dottie Lux, announced the first act: “Stripping Granny!” She was honest-to-goodness unbelievable. That woman is 77 years old, cracking jokes, singing, dancing, and talking about sex, and launching a rip-roaring good time for all. I told her she was an inspiration. Unfortunately, no pictures allowed of the show. But there were a total of five or six acts and they were all different and ridiculous in their own way. I think M had a great time. He was mostly just shocked at my choice of activity for date night. Highly recommended though. It was awesome.
I guess watching a burlesque show had us both feeling kind of frisky. So we left, walked two bars down and straight into a karaoke establishment. Oh man. First time I’ve ever heard M sing. Unforgettable.
We did “Love Shack,” “Like a Virgin,” and a few others best not mentioned, but it was “Livin’ la Vida Loca” that closed out the night for us. We were done.
Today = recovery. And work for me, Chinese school for M. Not as much fun.