Sunday evening started off like any other...until I had my first three-way...on the metro.
Now don't be alarmed, it really wasn't as racy as all that. I was headed to a Burlesque when the metro I needed was delayed. Of course this meant the platform was much more crowded than usual. It didn't help that the train I was taking was also the one that brings passengers to the airport, so everyone had a bag...or three. When the train arrived and we all sardined our way in to the cars I got groped by a handful of strangers and/or luggage and THEN found myself nose to nose, hip to hip, with a very cozy, in love couple. I may have even tasted their saliva.
I was thrilled when my two stops went by and I got quickly remove myself from the love fest. I was not as excited to realize upon leaving the metro that I had NO idea how to get from the metro station to the theater. My ticket had a small map on it, but it was not super helpful. I realized when I feel lost I start trotting in random directions, which is really counterproductive. Being a smart girl I realized I should probably try to use the map, so I stopped to do so. A few minutes later a gentleman came up to me and asked what I was looking for. I showed him my map and the name of the theater. He looked at it for several minutes and then gave me directions. I should have been more hesitant due to the amount of time it took for him to figure the map out, because after 10 minutes in the direction he pointed I had a feeling I was even more lost. Oh, it doesn't help that this whole exchange happened in French...
I was the ticketholder for this Burlesque so I knew I needed to get to the theater! I decided to be brave and ask a stranger for directions...and if they speak English. My first candidate was a success! He pulled out his iPhone and gave me step by step instructions that got me right to the people I was meeting. Of course, I did have to run to cover lost ground, but I made it...on time...in true Brianna fashion. My friend Liz was not so lucky, but she has the benefit of a working phone and called for a train side pick up. In true French fashion we entered the 9:00 show at 9:15 and didn't even miss curtain.
The show we saw translates to Garter Straps and Pianos, and it was a good time. We saw your usual TNA and some hokey comedy routines, but there were definitely a few surprises. One act involved a pole, but I tell you, this was not some amateur nonsense, this was a feat of Olympic strength and athleticism. What was nonsense was the host's obsession with nose candy, but all ill timed humor and personal distaste was pushed to the side when he dropped trou. Yes folks, this man, who I should add is not particularly good looking, fit, or endowed, got stark ass naked and hopped/danced around the stage for a long, hilarious few minutes. A funny, usually reserved lady once said "I don't understand why people streak. I get how women running naked can be sexy, since there is something to admire bouncing around, but no one wants to see some guy's tick tack swinging back and forth." I wonder if the pure hilarity would change her mind.
Anyway, so that's how I spent my Sunday night :)
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