I don't know what’s with the past month, but I don't think I've ever had so much champagne in my life. Plus, I think I finally understand the fetish of getting all dolled up. Between two events, I was breaking out the lace and the velvet stilettos and actually enjoying it. This week marked the one-year anniversary of the monthly evening of burlesque, champagne and perfume infused evening better known as Factory Girls. There's a pretty solid group of amazing girls in Philly who host / DJ / and run this event and it’s nothing short of fun, sweet and scantily clad. So for their one-year anniversary, they pulled out all the stops, including dance performances, spankings…and lap dances. Plus, seeing as it was bunked up with Guitar Army on the second floor, the house was full of sequins, pasties, leather and studs. Pretty much, everything delicious under one roof. I also went to the 15th Annual 700 Club Awards and was given an honorary nod for the monthly FYLF event I hosted at the venue for over the past year. Apparently, my raucous evening of debauchery definitely did not go unnoticed and by the looks of it, there's bound to be a lot more.
I think I finally understand the fetish of getting all dolled up.