Knicker practice

Tonight we had a nice long meeting, debating clothing options for LV in June, and trying to settle on a bikini. We also decided to stay in two different hotels so it's like two vacations rolled into one! Hooray!

We did some dancing as well, though Baby didn't show up because of her cold. Me and Ingrid practiced Minnie with some assistance from Pepper, Lola and Mags, for our Barcelona gig in April. Contessa left early to catch a Salem al Fakir concert, and Dixie stayed for one round of Minnie before she left.

I also booked our tickets for Saturday's HK Club, which I think will be the first visit for all of us together since we left, and only my third visit since then! I'm excited. Most of the time we're working when their clubs are on, and now we're all going after our snazzy Kitten dinner.

Saw some really swell shoes at Mixage, fuchsia satin pumps - oh la la... I'll be saving up for them...

Turns out Pepper also applied for BHoF, so now there are officially three Kitten applications in - exciting! And Sugar Kane, lovely lady, is also going to Vegas, so no matter who gets to compete we're going to have a blast for sure.

Okay, zoning out here, in front of bad TV...

Good night.
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Applications finally in!

It takes more time than I think it will to fill in the Burlesque Hall of Fame applications - it's the same thing every year. But now I've sent in the Kitten-application, and I'm very nearly done with my own. I so hope that I will be allowed to perform. It would be great to do "Perhaps..." there, now that I've done it at the NYBF and on TV.

I must say I'm a little proud over the way I handled my skirt malfunction the other day. Out of all the times I've performed the routine, I've never once had trouble with the skirt. It opens with a bow to the side, and buttons. This time the bow got tangled and tied itself into an impossible knot, the kind you can't get up without ten minutes of scrutiny and fiddling aout with the ribbons. I had to look down - I hate it when I have to look down - and I was like "I can't believe it. I'm on TV and my fucking skirt won't open!"

Luckily the ribbons had extended far enough that I could pull the skirt down, which was not at all meant to happen, but no one seems to have noticed. Except Contessa and Georgette, of course. They were in the audience, sweating...

Anywho, my new website is up and running too, check it out at http://www.duchessdubois.com.

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