Ok, this is definitely an unexpected first: Thanks to my husband, who made the plans “for me,” tonight I experienced my first dinner-and-burlesque show.
Dancers can-canned and careened to the likes of 1970s hits like “Lady Marmalade.” They shimmied, strutted and sashayed to Big Band era songs. Pranced, pirouetted and pole-danced to…heck, I can’t even remember. Why? Basically I was too busy texting photos for the shock value of it. Two percent of the time I snapped pics; the other 98 I was staring at my phone screen sending the snapshots far and wide, waiting for the responses of disbelief to roll in.
Replies ranged from: “Figures!” to “Elementary school play?”
Not the wide-eyed, incredulous type of reaction I was going for.
The best–and, coincidentally most accurate–comeback was, “where did your husband find the coupon and how much did it save him?”
Said husband confided that he’d gotten a deal on one of the coupon sites, you know, buy one, get a set of Ginzu knives free kinda thing.
It’s ok. Our knives are dull anyway, and coupon or no, cheap date or not, this is definitely one for the “new experience” list.
Each day of 2014, I’m
forcing encouraging myself to have at least one new experience (and chronicling it to keep it real). If you’re interested in why–though I can’t for the life of me imagine anyone would be that bored–check out the “about” page.