Peaches

Last night could only be described as a night of party kids, hipsters, drag queens, lesbians, go-go dancers in cages, douchebags and a sexy performer that blurs the line between male and female. In a past life, this would have been a typical Friday or Saturday (or Wednesday or Thursday or Tuesday) night for me, but since today I am slightly older, mildly wiser and live further away from the epicenter of the "eclectic" lifestyle, nights like these are rarer, yet no less enjoyable.

John, my beautiful and witty neighbor Syd and I were at In The Venue to see the one and only Peaches, a singer that can only be described as raunchy goodness. Peaches is everything Madonna was trying to be in her last tour, but could never be because she's Madonna, and Peaches is the real deal. The show was packed with her provocative electronica music, several costume changes, crowd surfing and backup musician hotties. My favorite outfit involved a flashing light crotch thong over a nude leotard. If buying a CD called Impeach My Bush makes you a bit sheepish, Peaches may not be for you, but if you like to let loose once in a while, check her out. She puts on an awesome show.

While last night made me nostalgic for those crazy, carefree days of my early twenties, it also made me really happy to be exactly where I am, and grateful for the journey that got me here.