But what's burlesque without adventure and isn't being trapped by snow something everyone should experience once in their lives? (No and in case you think this is going to be a thrilling Girl's Own Adventure, spoiler, it's not)
|Stripteaser's Give Thanks for Tease!|
Buffalo bus terminal is similar to any other US bus terminus I've seen, fluro lighting, institution colours, uniformed patrols, public phones, hard seats and homeless people seeking shelter.
In place of the usual Starbucks, was an infiltration by the Canadian pre- mix coffee giant Tim Hortons and in a corner at the other end, a grand piano with a forest scene.
|Nobody played the piano and I wasn't brave enough to thump out chopsticks.|
I was beginning to wonder if news of the storm footage had been exaggerated but Cat explained that this side of the city hadn't been hit as hard and then pointed out a massive dune of snow that had been pushed off to one side of the street.
We went straight to Cat's home passing some incredible architecture, The Buffalo City hall, a squat, many windowed monolith with art deco styling that reminds me of buildings from Metropolis. The Liberty Building I spied as the bus entered the city, topped by two matching statues facing East and West that seem to toss a light to one another, a blinking beacon.
|Not quite Cat's house, her's was a couple of doors down, but I love the architecture and ... snow!!!|
Dr Sick was emceeing. Originally from Buffalo, he was in town for Thanksgiving with the high haired, long legged, gorgeous Gogo McGregor who also joined the line up.
I love Gogo. We bonded over a mutual adoration of New Orleans, good costuming and the belief that burlesque is more than just a good dancer deciding to chuck their clothes around the stage. She performed an act that she regularly performs as part of Bad Girl's of Burlesque in New Orleans.
|Gogo, Delilah and me|
During the show people would flick and throw balled up dollar notes which littered the stage and were gathered up by the kitten. Some people were inventive and I saw a couple of small planes make it safely to the stage.
|I love this skirt by Zoe Felice costumes!|
|Balled up dollar note by my left foot!|
Photo by NLS photography
Gogo and I watched from the side of stage, egging them and each other on. We decided not to burst on stage with impromptu dancing and singing- a decision regretted when the girls post show said "THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT!" I love how open this group was to us and how happy they were to share their stage.
We curtain called and departed for the dressing room to change and re appear downstairs where a band had started up.
We were famished so at 2am I slipped across the road to a bar that served hot food (at 2am on a Tuesday, come on!!) with Fifi LaFlea. We brought it back to Nietzsche's and were joined by others devouring fries and vegetarian buffalo wings with a spicy sauce.
|I didn't take many pictures... regret!|
I fell asleep again and woke up to discover more cats. They'd multiplied in the night like Mickey's brooms.
|If I had favourite's this one would be it.|
|The stares of cats can pierce dreams better than any alarm.|
Although as it turned out, all the buses were delayed due to a turn in the weather, the terminal had no announcements and no desk staff so with no one to update me, or the other waiting passengers on how long the delay would be, we just had to wait until the snow encrusted bus arrived.
The return to Canada was smooth enough, apart from the driver making intermittent calls to a woman sitting at the front seats on the front level. The driver threatened to kick her off early if she didn't take her bags off the seats (she was occupying all four front seats) The bus wasn't full, I figured it was the principal of the thing.
The house cat was waiting as usual to greet me with a glare as I entered the door. Less frisky than the cats in Buffalo it was still nice to see her and try to make her play with me.