Bash Compactor: Getting in Tents!
Bawdy and appealing to at least five sensesif you dont count the sense of ones own impending drunkennesslast Thursdays opening of Absinthe at Spiegelworlds Salon Perdu provided the perfect launch for an extended summer of entertainment and excess.
Stripped of all decency and pride by the verbal onslaught delivered by the shows host, The Gazillionaire, and made aware of their own bodily shortcomings by a slew of acrobats, contortionists and burlesque performers, the audience was well primed for a post-Absinthe, absinthe-fueled dance party at the Headphone Disco tent. Peter Dinklage, of The Station Agent fame, enjoyed the show from a table in the back.
Jaw-dropping harbor views could be taken in from a number of hammocksuntil the downpour. But that only gave me more reason to refill the absinthe glass and get back on the dance floor for Im Comin Out. Its a strange feeling to remove ones headphones and hear just muddled bass underneath a whole tents worth of revelers singing Diana Ross. But theres something about having seen among other things a topless lady inside a balloon earlier in the evening that relaxes everyones inhibitions.