I was fortunate enough to be able to catch Dita Von Teese’s performance in MGM’s Crazy Horse Paris last week. I’ve been a fan of the alternative model and burlesque performer since I was a teenager. Dita is any Goth girl’s idol. She rocks the pale-as-milk look better than anyone. I geek out a little bit when I see her in real life.
The Crazy Horse Paris show is one of my favorite shows in Vegas and I think it’s even better with Dita. The dancers are truly incredible performers. Each act is performed with so much passion and attention to detail that it is exciting to watch every time. Sensuality is expressed even in facial expressions and fingertips. It’s so beautiful with out the use of excessive props or special effects. Simple lighting and talented, gorgeous women make this show special.
I see so much striptease in my line of work. Literally hundreds of times per night I see a girl take her clothes off. I completely forget that there is an art to it. I forget that it is supposed to be a performance because I see it done with so little enthusiasm, so begrudgingly and so repetitively.
Dita and the rest of the cast were refreshing to watch. There is so much charm to that show, I can’t say enough good things. I highly recommend watching it.
Back in the real world, I’m quickly approaching my court date. Cocktail waitressing is safe and painful but reliable and necessary.
There was another police bust and one of my very good friends got a ticket. This is getting completely ridiculous. Seriously, they are milking us like stupid cows. And what are we going to do about it? Absolutely nothing.