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2004-02-26 - 4:21 p.m.

yesterday was pro-keds' birthday and he asked that we all accompany him to a burlesque show at the pussycat lounge way downtown. these shows seem to be all the rage in nyc right now. i think there are two separate shows in my neighborhood alone.

i first took the charming pantasy to the library bar where we charmed the happy hour waitress and waited for the birthday boy. more canadians seemed to join us. the two-for-one happy hour beers were sneaking up on me. the jukebox was playing thin lizzy and echo and the bunnymen.

the 'lucky stiff' show at the pussycat lounge was disappointingly tame. i was encouraged by the grainy mitchell bros. porn they were showing over the stage before the show started. but watching gyrating hipster girls get almost naked is just not that novel. all the things i liked about the show were not burlesque: the fire eater was hot (but he *was* eating fire), and the oversized torch singer who opened with a song about gay boyfriends stole the show before it had even started. several friends were drafted into a hands-free beer drinking contest. some things were actually buzz-killing: a former sex worker read a rant about men ogling her, and one of the strippers poured chocolate over her shaved pudendum and then shoved a large strawberry up her nether region. honestly, i was mildly relieved when it was over.

partly because honeycut and i had already peeked in the actual topless bar downstairs and decided the action was much hotter there. we persuaded the majority of our party to drag beers, boyfriends, and wallets down to the half-naked gyrating dancers of the pussycat. once there, frank and i were so transfixed by a particular dancer that i didn't even notice when all our friends had left. and suddenly i realised i'd had approximately 10 beers. and there were no more singles in my wallet.

frank and i walked dejectedly to the NR station. he got on the subway. i did a quick time/distance/currency calculation and hailed a cab. i went home so drunk horny and alone i thought i was back in high school.