Yesterday, I reached the quarter of a century mark in my life, so I thought why not celebrate French Quarter style with a risque burlesque extravaganza – except this one was a little less overblown, a whole lot more modern, and located in the East Village.
I didn’t have overly high expectations for the little dive in Alphabet City, but I was immediately taken by Bar on A with their orange and black decor, complete with synthetic snakeskin detailing around lights, poles, and other subtle spots. It was casual with no cover – and the show only had a $5 buck bill.
I had already decidedly given the Kitty Nights gang of girlies kudos for the super catchy catty show name. There were the usual scenes – a mix of sultry and silly, which I quite enjoyed. Plus, this particular night also included a special act by the fierce little lady who ran the show – Ms. Fem Appeal. While I’m not sure exactly how I felt about the Little Red Riding Hood reenactment, I can safely say the fur costume that was flung around were totally faux. And what a fabulous time it was overall. The motley musical selection combined with a little bit of glamor, sauciness, and striptease was just the right amount of entertainment and excitement I was looking for to take on the big two-five.

Here, kitty kitty…













Originally interested in a Bettie Page inspired piece, I came across this crazy number. Possible explanations – PETA babe turned porn star? Music video mishap? Or just a big mink mistake?
Not to sound catty, but I’m a strictly black bag kind of girl. That is, until this heart stamped cheetah purse put the pressure on my rotten cheatin’ heart. And so, I strayed. A small leap from leopard print, this Rock Rebel accessory is adorable and dainty, yet not too fussy with its faux fur and matte vinyl trim. You know what they say, “Anything worth having is a thing worth cheating for.”




