Oh, my stars and garters!

Q. What do several hundred people, forty or so Burlesque performers, brunch, and a ride on a showboat through the hudson river have to do with my Sunday afternoon?

A. Nothing my mother should be told about. (take that hint, mom) Certainly not the New York Burlesque Festival, in which one of Andrea K's friends was a performer.

After Friday's circus fun, Saturday was spent wandering the city, doing work (ugh), catching the new and ridiculously bad-tastic new Christian Slater and L.L. Cool J movie Mindhunters, and partying on the roof of an abandoned schoolhouse next to an inflatable bed, a coffin, and some razor wire with about a gazillion people. Sunday, therefore, had to be extra-bizarre, and so it was that we attended the Burlesque festival on a boat. Several of the acts were really, really funny and cool (Andrea's friend's act being one of those), and some were just kind of boring. Of course, if my twelve-year-old self ever heard me say that seeing any woman take her clothes off was boring, I'd beat myself up. But, well, here we are.