A luscious, besequined beauty by the name of Miss Cherry Mae took the stage and introduced the Cupcake Burlesque performers. And holy moly, "That's What Daddy Wants, indeed!"
The ladies of Cupcake Burlesque, it is safe to say, aren't the nu-wave, modern burlesque-ers we're bombarded with today but rather a feather-frocked and rhinestone-bedazzled homage to the classic strip teasers of yesteryear. The Goddesses of Cupcake (mmm!) certainly reset a bar for us, as Miss Eva Jade, Jenna Beth, Candy Muldune, Lila Starlet, and Cherry Mae shimmied and shook their way into our hearts and into the pockets of many a love-struck patron.
It was hot, steamy, and sexy in there. In defiance of the heat, the crowd awaited Wayne Hancock like true-blue American rock 'n' rollers by flocking to the bar to grab a cold one or two (who's counting?) and feasting on some roadside grub provided by the Rebel Grill food truck.
By the time "The Train" had rolled into the station, at nearly 1 a.m., everyone was quite drunk. But their enthusiasm didn't falter, and neither did the man of the hour. His disposition was reminiscent of a grown-up Dennis the Menace, wearing classic Chuck Taylors with greaser cuffed jeans. This Dennis, though, has an affinity for tattoos, Pabst Blue Ribbon, and probably an occasional shot of whatever whiskey you've got handy.
