Day 17: Paris Sightseeing
Sunday, June 9, 2002
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Went to the cabaret where topless girls began screaming and yelling, “Ooh,
ow, ah.” (Gina does a great impression. She said that was
all those show girls did.) Will somebody please get rid of those
annoying guys on stage?
At the show, we had a meal
with an
occasional turnip or horseradish that spiced the shrimp salad
up. The waiter screwed up my medium steak with a well-done
steak that was so well done that it was difficult to swallow.
We had a choice of cheeses for a snack. Then we got some ice
cream with jelly on it.
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show started with a lady singing as she came down on a swing
from the ceiling. Then The showgirls kept flipping up their
dresses after turning around and bending over. It was as if
they were purposely doing it in case you missed it the first
time around. What was annoying were the scrawny guys. They
need to leave, like yesterday.
Then
a crazy man with hair going to the left and right sides of his head
came out and started making silly noises. He then performed a
balancing act on a wooden block atop a cylinder atop another block
atop another cylinder. He kept reassuring us that it was okay
because he “is an acrobatic.” He got an Aussie volunteer and
told him to be as silly as he was.
Then
the ladies came out and started dancing again, this time with even
more colorful outfits. Then this lady with a big headdress came out
dancing. She sang a little slower and gave us a little more leg
action.
Then
this old comedian came out and complained that we didn’t applaud
him enough. Then more showgirls and eyesore showguys came out and
started dancing with blinking lights in the background. They had
this cotton ball type necklace that made it look like they had three
boobs.
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Then,
this pair of guys came out and started exchanging and spinning their
hats while juggling. We drafted Aaron as a volunteer. They put some
glasses on him and gave him a cigarette. Then they seated him in a
chair and started juggling bowling pins through him. Aaron had this
self-conscious look. He closed his eyes, then opened one of them,
and then mouthed the word “F??k.” One of the pins hit his
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there was more dancing. Unfortunately, the focus was on those male
dorks. I describe one as Mr. Crooked Jaw and the other as Mr. Apeman.
Then this one lady started spinning on a rope, in much the same way
that my dog spins around on a rope. Then, we had more dancing.
A
pink lady came out and asked for volunteers for her dance contest.
She got a Mexican, an Aussie, an Asian, and one from our own group. She had them
dance like her by stretching the arms out and shaking the butt. The
Mexican made a punching motion… I think he’s getting the dance
confused with Tae Bo. Our African friend came out the winner and got a t-shirt
and a new wife… a white wife. Although he kept pointing to his
wedding ring, the pink lady didn’t seem to care. He went backstage
with his new wife and came out with a white baby. Now how’d that
happen? The pink dancer gave him 3 kisses and left lipstick marks on
his face. There was more dancing as he came back.
He’s got some explaining to do.
The
bus trip back was a short one. We danced in the aisle of the bus
again. Kyle then designated Darcy as the assistant tour manager
who will be guiding us to the pub tonight. Jessica complained that a gypsie pickpocketed her cigarettes.
It was a photo opportunity back at the hotel bar.
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