|$5 at the door plus a Special Olympics donation bucket |
were closely monitored by Megan
|My backstage "posse" in charge |
of hair, makeup, tickets and wardrobe
|It's the 90s. Boys get eyeliner too.|
|Keelia was the queen of the Good Hair Day|
|Lori was the perfect mentor|
|Not the best photos but the dresses|
for the Victorian era were amazing
|The flapper dresses were so much fun|
to pick out
|I know it's a bit obvious, but the|
70s set was done to I Will Survive
|It doesn't get more 90s than bare midriffs and vinyl pants|
Why were they denying me my DESTINY?!?!
I had already picked up a second job working at TCBY three or four days a week. But, in an effort to retaliate and cause a bit of a stir, I waited until my parents were out of town on a summer vacation, put on my skimpiest dress and had a friend drive me to a gentleman's club a few cities over. The sleazy manager brought me in his office for an interview, was actually nicer than I expected, gave my body a once over glance and hired me to work four nights a week. As he walked me out, he asked if I had chosen a stage name that he could put on the schedule.