The Slipper Room

Last night we put on our glad-rags and went out.

First stop dinner at a Columbian restaurant that some chicks in the local baby shop had recommended. (Yes, buying more presents for the Froglodyte, my cute wee nephew)

Alex called his spicy catfish dish the best meal he has had in New York. This isn't necessarily saying alot (refined taste not being the Americans strongest suit), but it was very nice. I ordered badly & suffered massive menu envy.


After dinner, we headed into Manhattan, the Lower East Side, to a club called the Slipper Room to enjoy their $5 burlesque show.

Doors opened at 8pm & we were told to get there early. So at 8.30 we rock up...to an empty club.

We did get a fantastic table right up the front, which we enjoyed for the 3 1/2 hours until the show started at midnight. Opps.

A troupe called the Hot Box did a fantastic show. Witty, sexy & very low-brow. ie: A go-go dancer had trouble re-attaching a hook mid dance, so she stopped, brought the fastener right up to her face to see it more clearly and, stopping every few seconds to swing a lackluster arm in the air, fastened it properly.

One of the turns was a Mistress B. She had amazon proportions and a compressed air nozzle tipping off the right breast of her costume enabling her to give biology lessons with balloon creations.

Mistress B finished her act by dragging our Alex on stage to model her creation.

For those of you who have guessed what this is, you can imagine my hysterics when, upon entering a pizzeria down the road after the show, someone called out to Alex:

    "Hey, you're the ____ guy!"

Gorgeous!!