-plan to attend a local burlesque show, think vegas- YaY!
-watch random sport (in this case, curling) while getting ready for evening.
-meet friend+husband at newly renovated, oddly out of place ski-lodge-like bar*.
*note: the existence of a ski-lodge-like bar in charleston should be addressed in another post
-bond with friend's canadian husband about strange fascination with curling, wine.1
-arrive burlesque show @ art gallery, wine.2
-epic let down. lol @ burlesque show- cheap lingerie, weird mc, awful singer @ intermission (why is the slide show on the windows log-in page; on the ceiling). accept randomness of evening, wine.2
-mingle, watch zombie make-up applied to people (why is there a zombie make-up artist here?), wine.3.
-wine.4, watch remainder of burlesque show, mc's lame magic trick, no finale.
-have friend's canadian husband hit on photographer for you. discover he is "talking" to burlesque "dancer". flash back- 8th, no 6th grade.
-friend's canadian husband offers ride home on handlebars.
-think "no."
-friend says she's never had guts to do it and dares to put on blog.
-think "hmm."
-discreetly hop on handlebars to avoid watching eyes of segue (sp?) cop.
-ride home. weeee! heckles ensue- they think it's a bar pick up. where is that photographer?!
-feel sorry for friend's canadian husband. he has to pedal. bet he wishes he was curling.

HA! WHere is the knitting post???
ReplyDeleteThat is funny! I think I've actually been curling in friend's Canadian's husband's hometown. Maybe we should encourage him to build a curling center next to your half-pipe.
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