Nosey Redux

12.2.2kXI

Holiday airport security lines sure are fun. It's hilarious to see the people frantically putting their things in ziplock baggies then barging their way through the crowd to their former place in line. Everyone gets SO upset. And then there's the look that most people have on their face: I hope they don't single-me out! Not that there's any contraband (hopefully, yo) but just for the inconvenience of a "wanding." The line I got in the other day ran out of plastic bins just ahead of me. The jerks up there were to lamb-like to tell the sleepy TSA folks that they were out, so we stood there. And stood there. I started to say something when a guy with a cart made of PVC (non-metallic, sure, but looks like Fred Sanford made a bunch and sold'm to the gov't. Cheapy-as-hell) wheeled up a stack. It was funny to see the folks who had already taken off their shoes scurry their toes outta the way of them monster plastic wheels. Then it was funny to see the grrrrl who showed everyone her thong was way up her crack as she struggled taking off her UGGS. Seriously ... don't those things come off easy? (The UGGS, that is.)

Tonight - Club Deluxe.

Last Little Minsky's Burlesque show of the year.

Xmas Xtravaganza, featuring:

Lady Satan
La Chica Boom
Miss Balla Fire
Vienna La Rouge
Josie Starr
Sid Scenic

music - The Bluebelles and Sheelagh Murphy
MC - the hilarious Ethel Merman

Doors 9pm/show 10pm - $5 cover


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!