The email arrived at 5:00 a.m. It was titled “Help!” and the time alone indicated the urgency. It was a pretty jarring email title to wake up to on a Friday morning. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I was a little discombobulated but proceeded to put on my embroidered kimono, grabbed my loop and began focusing on the email. “You have got to help me” my friend said. I knew he was in Eastern Europe on a business trip and anything could have happened, really. He could have been blamed for espionage, he could have been forced to smuggle fat babies, or even force-fed goulash for days at a time. I continued reading. “It’s about the event…tonight.” What event? I couldn’t think of any event. Sure, we had planned on getting together and maybe having a pajamas party: pillow fights, hair curlers, rabbit slippers, the whole deal, but nothing serious. “The concert, I can’t make it, you can have my ticket.”
Bingo! I scored a free ticket to go see the sexitonics Scissor Sisters at Riviera Theatre. I had intended to go see them but the prices were going through the roof before I could even say jakeshearsalwayslookshigh. Anyhoobie, the concert was a blast. The band was fashionably late, which gave the audience plenty of time to warm up. The show was fantastic, with Jake Shears and Ana Matronic giving an amazing and interactive performace that left the audience in sheer eksta…exast…eckstac..happiness. Highlights included “I Don’t Feel like Dancing”, “Take Your Mama”, “Filthy Gorgeous”, and me. All members were in top form, and have a natural gift for getting their audience in a trance (and partially nude.) They say a free meal always tastes better, but this one tasted particularly good.