well i've gotten the fake blood off my dress (my purse may never be quite the same) and i'm waiting to see if my dare to Petite Brigitte comes through: i promised to sing kareoke at the next Ullmann Cabrock if (and only if) she buys herself an orange rompersuit. last night for Friday the 13th, the cabaret-rock was at the new club Pont Alexandre III--a place which is getting so much press, even the Air Canada flight magazine mentions it. the location is pretty darn gorgeous, tucked under the base of a 1900 world exhibition bridge that's loaded with gilded statues...just a blurry cocktail's shake from the Eiffel Tower.
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