Saturday, April 14, 2007

under the bridge

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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