Perhaps it wasn't specifically working at the library that led me to the Scissors Sisters, but it was a help. I found their CD on my shelf a few years back and checked them out. I was pleasantly surprised by their dancible numbers combined with sophisticated lyrics.
Joan said, "Let's do something this weekend--find something in the Sunday paper." Indeed, there was a picture of the Scissors Sisters on the inside of the Variety Sunday Star Tribune. After considering and then deciding against the Renaissance Fair, we made a date to take in dinner and a concert--the Scissors Sisters at the Epic in downtown Minneapolis.
We ate at OM, a fancy Indian Restaurant and then headed over to the Epic to get tickets. While in line, a young couple offered up tickets for $10 off the door price--we snatched them up and went wandering around--coming back at 8:00. We entertained ourselves by people watching, while we waited for the show to begin. We took the staircase up to the second floor and out the door to a large terrace with couches lined up in a V to block anyone from jumping off. Here we observed many smokers, but also two gals dressed in skirt suits and heels that were clearly men. Bright colored hair and glitter were in abundance.
Back inside, we ordered a beer and looked down on the crowd gathering below--was it our imagination or were there more men than women?
Oh well, a fellow with a white mohawk, excused himself for taking our spot--no problem we said as two girls rushed over--"Here's the deal. If we agree to buy $300 worth of booze we can get one of those balconies. Are you in?" Maybe we said. Come back if you need someone to kick in. Well "Journey" (Mr. Mohawk) came back to get us and we settled in with a $200 bottle of vodka and Mandy and Irene, handing Mandy a $20 each. "Go get some of your friends," said Mandy. Soon Journey returned with five cute muscle-bound guys in tight t-shirts and jeans.
When the music started, we craned our necks over the balcony for a look at the stage. The opening act was a sort of forties type crooner, only with updated lyrics. The Scissors Scissors eventually found the stage, after much anticipation. We could all finally dance, which we certainly did. We noticed that our fellow balcony dancers were grooving to each other and patting each other's shoulders and butts. I was having a great time.
Anyway, Joan had to play piano in church the next day, so we had to leave an hour into the show. Oh well--heard two of my favorites, She's my Man and Kiss you Off.
