April 27, 2011

After hours: I Give My All in Exotic Istanbul

"Why have you come to here?" asks a Turkish man heaving my suitcase off the conveyor belt at Istanbul airport. "For a party," I reply mysteriously.

He looks at the size of my gigantic bag and says: "Must be a crazy party."

It's full of three burlesque costumes, consisting of five-foot feather plumes, Swarovski-covered heels and a menagerie of hairpieces. I'm on my monthly trip to this glorious metropolis to perform at a burlesque show.

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