Not a bad weekend then.
|PA Burlesque Festival!|
Two weeks into my move to Canada, I was stressing about transport to Pennsylvania. Bus or train would take hours, flying was impossibly expensive, when Madame Corsetiere informed me that Toronto local, Lucky Minx was driving to the Festival.
This turned out to be serendipitous for both of us as although shorter than the bus, it's still a long drive so Lucky knew that if she needed a rest I could take the wheel. I kept my concerns to myself, I'm not sure that I'd remember to stick to the right side of the road.
Happily Lucky didn't flag and we remained alert by sharing our life stories, to the amusement of Zeno, an Austrian, who was coming along for the ride.
|The Mauch Chunk Opera House|
Medianoche's face was in every shopfront and the locals gave you a friendly nod when they saw the head scarves and pin curls.
Lucky and I arrived too late for our tech but had a quick walk of the stage which was large and grippy. We unloaded into Mary's guesthouse which was right across the street from the venue and met our third room mate, the very funny, very blonde, Ula Uberbusen from NYC.
|Posing with Ula and Lucky on Saturday night|
I first headed out across the bridge to the new part of Jim Thorpe where a supermarket had every bread and pastry conceivable except for a fresh bread stick or crossiant.
I also needed a basket but was loathe to purchase something new, I tried a few shops and finished at Dreisbach House, a gorgeous house, the bottom floor devoted to vintage clothing, hats and knick knacks.
The owner Lisa who was sitting behind the counter surrounded by her beautiful hats ferreted out the basket for me and loaned it for the evening.
|If I could fit that box in my luggage...|
|The front counter at Dreisbach House|
|So many hats!|
Backstage after I finished getting ready I watched as Sizzle Dizzle transformed from fresh faced and youthful to a 70 something hilbilly grandma with a skunk fur.
|Sizzle Dizzle and her skunk|
|Madame Corsetiere leads the way to Stella's on Friday night|
Lucky and I left Ula dozing in bed and went for a morning walk around the town. A local recommended we walk up to the High street street where we found pickles and gorgeous views of the town.
|All about pickles|
|American flags dominate on High street|
|Attention to detail and bright colours|
|The church now houses an art gallery|
|Further up the main street we hit the fire house|
|Magdalena Fox backstage in her Dr Seuss costume|
|Making a pit stop at a WaWa which according to Sizzle is AMAZING|
|So much jerky.|
|I blame Sizzle for the purchase, I blame myself for eating more than one.|
|Sunset in the East Village|
|Vinnies pizza on Bedford|
|PIZZA. Gluten free, freshly made pizza!|
I was also the backseat audience to Ula and Perle's impromptu Madonnas lip synch but then so were all the passers by, one guy snuck to the back passenger window to try and ...lip synch video bomb?!
On Monday I was again on the move. I bumped my suitcase off Ula's bannister and rode the subway to 8th and 20th st where I stowed my suitcase at Chelsea International hostel.
|Overpriced but much needed juice!|
|fresh flowers at the Union Square farmer's market|
|Last sights of the City.|
|On route to Megabus|
|Truck Stop, they all looked the same and housed a variety of chain shops including a Starbucks|
We stopped three times at Onroutes, large identical buildings that house Starbucks, Taco Bells (or in Canada, Tim Hortons) the looked exactly the same and I had no idea where we were, we could have done one big loop for all I knew.