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| - For some reason, I was talked into going to this burlesque show instead of the one we were already had plans to go to (which had a much higher rating on Yelp!). The guy at the Half Price Tickets stand did an excellent job of talking the show up. So we went.
I noticed almost immediately that the girls looked bored. They seemed like they were just up there bumping and twirling because they had nothing better to do. There were only 3 girls that really stood out as being talented and interesting to watch. I was slightly curious as to their audition requirements because there was one girl who had no curves whatsoever (let alone any breasts) and there was one girl who could not dance. At all. I have no idea how she got in.
Some of the acts are definitely good. I wouldn't say that any turned me on (which I'm assuming was their goal), but I did enjoy watching them.
The intermission was not the comedian Pudgy as promised on all the ads. Someone told me Pudgy died, but I have no idea if that's true or not. Instead the comic was Nancy Ryan from New York.
Sitting through her act was probably the most painful thing I did while I was in Vegas. She started her act by telling some lame joke about how when she first moved to Las Vegas she had a gambling problem and her hourly rate averaged out to $1 or so. I guess that's kind of interesting, but I wouldn't really laugh. She tried one other equally lame joke before giving up on her act and simply turning on the audience. She had brilliant one liners like, "You're wearing a pink shirt, you must be gay."
Everything she said was followed by "Holy Shit" which got SO old. "You're from Canada? Holy shit... So what do you do there? You managed a store? What kind? A grocery store, holy shit. Are you married? For how long? Holy shit... Oh man, holy shit, look at this guy. Holy shit, your hair is ridiculous ... A bachelor party? Holy shit!"
She kept swearing her act was funny and there wasn't much laughter because we weren't from New York, but seriously, I'd rather have sat in silence for 10 minutes than listen to her.
EDIT: I was contacted by a member of the Nancy Ryan Fan Club who (among other things) informed me that I was completely wrong about where she's from. It's not New York, it's New Jersey. Please take note.
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