First of all, thank you all for your comments, replies, emails, private messages, tweets, etc on my last post. I was not expecting that! But apparently, we’re all in this together and some of you are right there with me feeling the burn out or have gone through it. So thank you for reaching out! 🙂
I mentioned in my post that I had a burlesque performance coming up and was so stressed/frustrated that I wasn’t excited for it. And I wasn’t. Yesterday was another frustrating day at work and part of me just wanted to throw in the towel and skip the show. I would have, if I didn’t have some lines (jokes) in the skits during the show. If I was just in the group acts and it wouldn’t have made a difference if I was there, I may very well have just told them I was sick and curled up with a bottle of wine and my PJs.
But I didn’t. I mean, I probably would have gone through with the show anyway, I don’t like quitting, especially when I’ve made a commitment to others. So I left the office with work unfinished (I was still there until 5:30, there are only so many hours in a day), headed home and started heating up my hot rollers.
But first, let me take a … shot of rumpy. Because if you’re grumpy … have a rumpy. #Robbisms
Rollers in, fishnets on, girls gotta eat.
I got to the theater on time for our call (9:30) and was ushered upstairs to our “dressing room” (the theater’s office) and I joined the rest of the cast in final prep.
Do you know a group that can instantly put you in a better mood? Burlesquers.
There are so many things I love about burlesque – the sex positivity, the empowerment, and the dancing, make-up and costuming, being able to literally play dress up and pretend.
But I really love the burlesque community. Everyone is so friendly and open and honest and supportive and encouraging and FUN. I mean, you have to be most of those things to willingly get up on stage and take off your clothes and ENJOY IT. But we’re doing each other’s make-up, zipping up dresses, lending each other teddies or lipstick, offering up advice, confirming how sexy and gorgeous everyone else is. Seriously, it’s like a mini self affimration workshop.
So once I walked into the room with the rest of the cast, I forgot (mostly) about how crummy work has been lately. We have a show to put on, and it’ll be AWESOME!
You loaned me a lace teddy for the second group act, so the least I could do is loan you my lipstick.
AND THE SHOW WAS AWESOME! Despite the fact that we were performing on a stage that was almost half unusable because of the set for the play that is currently running on that stage. Or that we didn’t even get into the theater to run our numbers until 20-30 minutes after the show was supposed to start. Or that our final group act was with hand fans and we barely rehearsed with hand fans, or that some of us had to kneel in fake blood because one of the awesome solos included a small splattering of fake blood and immediately after we were doing “Light as a Feather, Stiff as a …”
But so many things went right, like everyone loved all of the dick jokes in our brief skits (GUYS I’M ACTUALLY FUNNY), and our final group number with the hand fans was FIERCE (as it should be, it was to a Beyonce song), and according to my guys, despite that it was a[n advanced] student show it did NOT feel like a student show but was actually one of the best burlesque shows they’ve ever seen.
When Burlesque Zombies Attack
Crazy Sexy Ghosts
So, if you didn’t make last night’s show, you missed a good one. And my mood is at least improved temporarily. I know what I need to do to get out of this burnout, no one is going to fix it for me. But while I work on the big picture, this was a fun diversion.
XOXO Kitten Von Purr