When
friends of mine enthusiastically recommended I go see Absinthe-- a sexy, tantalizing,
politically incorrect, traveling circus-esque, acrobatic variety show held on
the Royal Plaza of Caesar's Palace-- their rave reviews did not prepare me for
how absolutely awesome the intimate show turned out to be. Their descriptions
of Absinthe were actually quite brief; perhaps they just couldn't find the
right words to describe it. They resorted to simply stating that I just need to
go watch it. In a post-script manner one friend added, "…and don’t bring
your mom."
(lasvegasblog.harrahs.com)
The venue was a single-ring circus
sized tent with Bohemian décor and wooden audience chairs encircling the stage
in the center. The style of the show was one that suggested a sexy Gypsy freak show
(with some of the hottest, most daring and most flexible freaks in the western
hemisphere). The performers were close
enough to spit on; every seat in the house was a good one. But I certainly felt
bad for a couple of the faint-of-heart, bashful audience members that regretfully
sat in front. They mostly gawked in horror throughout most of the show and
tried their best not to make eye contact with any of the talented, erotic performers.
The majority of us however hooted, hollered, and laughed our asses off the
entire show when we weren't silenced in awe at some of the stunts performed.
(absinthevegas.com)
The Gazillionaire and Penny Pibbets
(millerpolooza.wordpress.com)
Our
compere-- a mustached, racial slur-spatting, Borat-resembling creep known as The
Gazillionaire-- led the audience through the circus of naughty acrobatics, comedy,
stunt routines, and feats of strength suggestive of a lucid, bizarre (wet) dream
world. His sidekick Penny Pibbets threw in just the right amount of additional
awkwardness and a kooky slant indicative that females can be just as creepy,
hilarious and perverted as the male species. And sultry singer Melody Sweets
made love to our ears and eyes with her sexy voice and ravishing features-- she
had me turned on before the first layer came off.
Melody Sweets
(photo: Tom Donoghue)
If
abundant use of the S and F words, twisted humor, sexuality, and flexible,
glistening, fit-as-all-get-out Eastern Europeans all sound like great
entertainment to you, Absinthe is a must-see Vegas show. Though many would find
the spectacle offensive, vulgar and discomforting, there were only two discomforting
feelings I personally experienced: pain (in my face from laughing so hard) and
goose bumps (from watching the amazing acrobatics).
Here's a taste of Absinthe
~Meow~
Pennies
