On Wednesday, Turnip and I got up and walked to the Brooklyn Promenade to check out the view and get some exercise. Then we treated ourselves to Bagel World deliciousness. We needed to fortify ourselves before heading to Queens in the afternoon to prove our love and devotion to Pumpkin. She's trying to decide on bridesmaids' dresses so we headed out to David's Bridal to try on everything we could fit into and take photos for her. So she can have a better idea of what to put us in. There is a lot of horrible stuff out there for bridesmaids, but we saw some things that weren't so bad. And Pumpkin claims that our efforts were helpful. Of course, she's also threatening to put butt bows on us so lord knows. But, she's the bride, so butt bow be damned, I'll wear what she tells me and smile about it. I think it's in the contract you sign when you agree to be a bridesmaid. Along with a bunch of other things Pumpkin claims I'm now bound to do. Though I am starting to suspect she's making some of those things up.
After a couple of hours of taffeta and satin and zippers and snaps and petticoats we headed to the other less dismal shopping plaza across the street and treated ourselves to cute things from Old Navy, like old man boxers and soft tops. Of course, when we left the Old Navy the skies had opened and drenched us on our walk to the train. And drenched us some more on our walk from the train to Caffe Carciofo for dinner. Though the rain & puddles reflecting the street lights was kind of pretty once we were inside with tea and steamed artichoke and pasta and bread.
After dinner we headed home to dry off and warm up before hitting (don't click the link, Daddy) Toys in Babeland (now called just Babeland, I think) for a little shopping. After which we met up with two of Turnip's friends at the Slipper Room for a little burlesque and music. Her friend is a burlesque dancer these days and that seemed the best way to see her and her husband. I didn't really dig the band, though they weren't bad or anything. But the go go dancing and burlesque was more fun than I thought it would be. Though none of the dancers were my friends. Turnip might have a different take on the performance. Judging by the dancers there and one we saw at Forty Deuce in Vegas I'm thinking burlesque dancers these days are a little less well-endowed than the ones of days of yore. Not that I'm any kind of burlesque expert or anything.
After that we headed home to crash and hide from the rain. Wild times. Petticoats, boobies and vibrators all in one day. You want my rock star life. Don't lie.
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