Second Jobs and Pasties.

While I have always batted around the idea of getting secondary work at bars where poles and "no touch" rules are as common as say, fax machines and print errors are at my day job, I have only been brave enough to apply once. Once a broke 18 year old me went to what I was told to be the best gentleman's club in the Philadelphia area. I walked an ignorantly under make-upped, doe-eyed self to Delila's for a waitress position. I was surprised that the interview process included a mini-photo shoot. I never heard back from them.

Fast forward a few years, and now I find myself in a similar spot. Having graduated, moved to The City, and gotten a 'real' job, a few weeks ago I hit the pavement with a fist full of service and bartending resumes determined to get a side gig to help save for big purchases... like tattoos and travel. I wound up with a spot behind the bar at Sputnik, conviently located in the first floor of my apartment building. And tonight marks my second shot working the Wednesday Wabasco Burlesque show.

I've been to a couple/few/fifty-or-so burlesque shows in my day and way back yonder I even danced as part of a 2-girl tap act in between the "real" acts who shimmied and shaked the way I only could alone, drunk, in front of the mirror. I've seen the Suicide girls lilt and twist on stage, I've seen the Bawdy girls in Philly unabashedly rip their frills and lace, and the Satin Skin Dolls pitch tents in every pair of the audience's pants. I've been to a few shows in Brooklyn with small vaudeville troupes claiming burlesque shows. I'm aware that there's no biz like show biz and I appreciate the entertainers who hop up on stage and do their thing for my amusement cause it can be fuckin' rough.

With that said I can't say enough for the guy and gals of Wabasco Burlesque. The girls are gorgeous and the MCs hilarious. Its more than worth the $5 they charge as cover. The beers is cheap, the food good, and that new bartender? Damn is she cute!