One of the many nice things about having friends who are the cutest, coolest burlesque act ever is that even though you may not have anything special going on—like a life—they make you look like you do. At the drop of a wig you may be recruited to costume up for the Mermaid Parade, hawk raffle tickets in your sweat-wet T-shirt at the Coney Island Sideshow, judge a twist contest in full vintage attire, MC a show at the Parkside Lounge even though you are not an actor or any sort of stage performer, finally put your rack to some good use selling T-shirts at any one of their many shows, or simply show up in a ball gown in the middle of a Sunday for a photo shoot.
I may not have anywhere to go, but it rules that I still get to play dress up!
One Reply to “Nowhere to go…”
THat is one fierce dress!