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DNA Sequencing
with your host,
Photos are up of Friday's Meat Guild. Poor Samar, she fell into the tackle box. Again.
When cutting the hole, we made an unexpected archaeological discovery inside the wall pictured here: there's a chain-link fence inside it! Apparently this office was once a cage, used as the liquor room, and when they decided to wall it up and build a bigger liquor room, they just drywalled right over the fence on both sides. And, believe it or not, construction on our new kitchen is done! We still have some more inspections to pass, so there will no doubt be some changes required, but it's close...
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So, last week was our 5th anniversary of re-opening. We all forgot.
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We have had more pleasant weeks.
Hey, the Living Dead Girlz made the Guardian's Best of the Bay:
Best Proof That The Dead Can DanceThe age-old question "Can corpses be sexy?" is unequivocally answered in the affirmative when the Living Dead Girlz take the stage. You don't have to be a necrophiliac to enjoy the shimmy-shake moves of this seven-lass troupe as they strut to spooky tunes (think Screamin' Jay Hawkins) with an undead rhythm not seen since Jacko's "Thriller" video. Though there's a Village People~esque flavor to each gal's themed character ("Cowgirl Zombie," "Pippi Long-Zombie," etc.), their unifying hotness (or is that dead, blue coldness?) is pretty much all you'll notice during their routines. A late-May gig opening for The Elm Street Murders at the DNA Lounge culminated in the Girlz chomping on one of their own -- but you never know with zombies. This is probably the only burlesque show in history where your brains just might become a dancer's din-din.
Smash-Up Derby got one too:
Best Tori Amos Meets Slayer (Previously: "Best Place to See an Electronic Duo Score My Dinner with Andre"...) You should, by the way, plan on being here on Friday night for the Red Nose District Hullabaloo. There will be clowns. Filthy, filthy clowns. |