- Performing in the first night of Peer Reviews and getting some great feedback and compliments from folks I deeply admire and respect.
- Getting waltzed around the hallway by Bic Carroll after the second Peer Review. Then when I thought he was reading my Rose City School of Burlesque t-shirt, he said “Oh, I was actually reading your tits.” 😀
- Princess Farhana outing me as the creator of the Radio Bastet podcast during her class exploring the relationship between belly dance and burlesque. Later on she took my hand and guided me through some steps (it’s been a helluva long time since I did belly dance).
- Having Bettie Blackheart for a roommate. ❤
- Enjoying some late-night red wine and snacks with Bettie, Kitten deVille and Bettina May. Like you do.
- Getting a big hug from Briq House when she told me I saved her life with my idea of keeping all your accoutrements for an act in one of those giant Zip-Loc bags.
- Getting another big hug from Donna Denise, who appreciated all my words of encouragement in the past.
- Going green for the Lust in Space ball.
- Waxie Moon and Foxy Tann both saying my name out loud in front of huge crowds of people. (bucket list achievement unlocked)
Cannot wait for next year!
Here is most of the Portland contingent at the Lust in Space dance! Plus a few photo bombers, I understand. Hey, it was a crazy night. Photo by Heather Schofner!
Here we all are, just before the Lust in Space dance! See if you can spot me! Photo by Don Spiro!
Thought you might enjoy this post from my other blog!
As I head off this morning for my second BurlyCon experience, I leave you with this video that I’ve shared before (but I have a feeling you won’t mind too much).Timothy arrived in LaFitte, Louisiana in the fall of 1956 to begin filming Bayou. He had an unusual assignment from the film’s producers – he had to learn to “dance real wild.” In New Orleans he asked a cab driver to help him out. The cabbie took him straight to Leon Prima’s 500 Club in the French Quarter. A stunning, statuesque burlesque dancer by the name of Lilly Christine, billed as “The Cat Girl,” was performing there. Tim returned to the club every night for a week to watch her dance. I’m sure he needed little persuasion to conduct this kind of research. After all, it was for the good of the film, right?
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