D-D-Dita.

I'm always really hesitant to buy tickets to anything that exceed twenty dollars, but I'm really glad I did. They were very explicit that we weren't allowed to take photos (and they confiscated quite a few), and I'm not an asshole, so I didn't. They would've just been blurry, tiny, crappy ones anyhow. Luckily, there's already enough (and much better quality than any I could take) circulating so I don't have to.

There was a lot of this.

And this. She did not skimp on the glitter, let me say.

I was excited she did her powder puff compact number. It's always been my favorite visually and to see it in real life far beats seeing it in a photograph or a grainy youtube video.

 

She finished it off with her Opium Den number. It's supposed to be her most expensive and detailed number ever. It was so polished that it felt more like being at the ballet than being at a burlesque show.

The acts that ran in between were all very different but great in their own way. To be able to cross seeing Dita and Dirty Martini perform off my list at the same time was incredibly cool. Catherine D'Lish, Perle Noire.. Lots of really cool perspectives in the burly-q spectrum.

Getting there was a little rough. I was running so late that I basically ran out of the house. I was in such a rush that I forgot to put on mascara (and stockings, oddly enough). Also, my house keys which meant I had to get James out of bed to let me in. Poor guy. I should have taken a picture of myself but I forgot to do that too. Vintage hat, gloves, sparkly dress, fox stole, tiny vintage repro purse.. It had some nice stuff going on. All I have is this dark, grainy club photo. It'll have to do.

 (I loved how that girl Carrie (red hair) showed up wearing the dress I've been staring at for months. It's called the Mon Cheri dress. If it ever goes on sale, I'm snapping it up. It looked amazing on her).