Friday Fancy Chance was in town. It was one of those evenings that start with hot dancers twirling tassels, William Shatner's voice in the back ground, and then ends with hot dogs, wondering where your people went, and passing out. The buzz didn't wear off for more than a day and I have no explanation for the green stains on the butt-cheek of my pants. I would write in detail about the show I saw at the Can Can, but among the legions of readers of this blog, there could be someone who lives further along in Fancy Chance's tour route. I wouldn't want to give away any of the surprises in the show. I'll just say fucking go see it if you're in the right place. I hope video gets posted someday soon.
The Can Can is a great place. It has low ceilings with archways and red lights. It looks satanic, like something from Carnivale. When I have a job, lots more of my Fridays will start there.
Oh and go see some more video of Fancy Chance on Youtube. You'll be glad you did.