I keep forgetting…

…how physically demanding a fire-eating act can be. You know, aside from the burning. And the poisoning.

But man, my quads are screaming after tonight’s show.  Must really remember to stretch just as much as I would for a dance act.

Anyway, after two weeks of back-to-back traveling and keeping up with the logistical and social demands of events near and far, it is oh so very, very nice to be at home, alone, on the computer (I missed you, old friend!), with a pizza in the oven and sweatpants on my aching legs, and with the knowledge that I have a day off tomorrow.

That is all.

Oh, except for this: the Toronto Burlesque Festival was awesome and I look forward to telling you all about it… another time.

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