Hmmmm….what to do of a Thursday evening? Wash my hair? Sort out my sock drawer? Sharpen my pencils? NO. Get my freakin’ 80′s on at Club Tropicana. New night in the Mercantile Bar which beseeches you, no implores you, to whip out that perm and wrangle into your lamé bodysuit (everyone has one of those right?) I’m a big fan of the 80′s, some might even call me a child of the 80′s (suits me – I was born in ’84) and I’m all over any opportunity to wear blue eyeshadow right up to the brow and wriggle around in a bum stocking. Bananarama bliss. There might even be some Shakespeare’s Sister?? And FYI: the bumbag is so coming with me. Put that in your pipe o ye naysayers of bumbaggery.
Kicks off at 11 and cockertails are 3 squids. Who’s with me?
