Okay, just typing that title makes me blink a bit. But yes! My debut as a burlesque dancer at the New Champagne Rooms will be this coming Monday night at 10pm SLT. slurl to the New Champagne Rooms
I would love to see all my friends there, really. I admit I’m a bit of an attention lover, and I have a LOT more fun with my friends around!
If you’re timid about coming to a burlesque club, please don’t be. This is the most warm and welcoming place you could imagine. Bring a date, or bring a friend, or come solo. Ladies and Gentlemen, all will be treated with respect and wit and entertainment and all the flirtation you can handle!
For more information about the New Champagne Rooms, visit http://newchampagnerooms.ning.com/
My dear friends Miss Bettye Dugan and Ahnyanka Delphin were recently interviewed by Tymmerie Thorne of SLNN.com regarding Ahnyanka’s vintage burlesque club, the New Champagne Rooms. Miss Bettye is a manager and a dancer extraordinare at the club (and her show is a heap of fun).
If you’re thinking ‘eh, just another strip joint’, THINK AGAIN. If you’re thinking ‘eh, I’m a woman, that’s a place for men’, THINK AGAIN. In fact, drop all your preconceived notions and read the article!
The Art Of Tease In a place like Second Life, where traditional strip clubs are so common, SLNN wanted to know what draws people to the relatively tame New Champagne Room.
I know, I know, roll your eyes at me. But I’ve been singing this song over and over all evening. It’s one of my brain’s standard default-song-modes. But this song never fails to raise my hopes, revive my dreams, remind me that I’m not just a worker-drone earth-bound woman… there’s more, and it’s all in that place between my ears and behind my eyes. *smiles*
The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest
For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my night
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime
I wish for this night-time
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sorrow has a human heart
From my god it will depart
I’d sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go
Two hundred twenty-two days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet’s play
Until there’s nothing left to say
I spent a good part of this evening socializing with friends in Ruby’s Pub in the Babbage Canal district. There was much animated chatter about town gossip and our latest bit of excitement involving a library opening and an escaped mummy (believe me, this sort of thing is normal in Babbage!)
One of those who lazed with us, and was delightful company, was Miss Antikythera String, who’s recently arrived to become part of our upcoming circus. I found myself admiring her outfit, such a cute little automaton girl….. and then I stumbled upon this lovely photo of her…. and read her commentary below it! I bow to the new queen of frugal elegance!