The thing I love about Paris is that on any given day/night you can find a thousand and one things to do. Movies, plays, museums, weird themed parties, bars that are open until all hours of the night etc.
This story takes place on a random Saturday night. I went to Siobhan's house and she informed me of a Zombie Burlesque Show happening near where she lived. Obviously we decide to go. We were not really sure what all it entails,and we were slightly terrified but interested none the less. We catch a bus and head to the area.
We go down the street to the address and come to two huge doors with people standing outside and posters everywhere. We assume this is the place of the show and go inside. You know what they say about assuming things... We pay a small cover and walk inside. It's an old theatre that has been converted into a club, the theatre geek in me is totally tweaking out. It's suuuuper crowded but no one is dressed up like zombies so we are a little confused. There was a band of at least 10 people on stage, wearing horrifying outfits that I am positive came from a French version of hot topic. There were 3 women singers and they kept rotating, each one wearing a terrifying outfit. Siobhan and I were the youngest people there by a solid 10 years.
After about 10 minutes, we realized that we were not in the right location. This band was apparently in the middle of an intense set of weird pop-punk French music and the crowd of middle aged french people was breaking it down like I have never seen before. We headed to an upper balcony to observe.
We let it ride for a little bit and eventually leave, sad that we didn't see any burlesque zombies and confused about why we didn't. We then realize that we walked the wrong way down the street and the zombie burlesque show was towards the other way. (A fact we realize when we see skulls painted on the ground heading in the opposite direction.) we decide to head that way just to check it out.
We immediately realize we have found the right place when a woman in a corset, petticoats and full on zombie make up is taking tickets at the door. We would have gone in but we already paid cover at the other place and poverty is a serious issue for Au pairs.
We meet up with Siobhan's friend and head out to oberkampf and just hang out for a bit until the place we went to closed. The metro is also closed but Julia and I take the night bus, a terrifying experience that I will never do alone, but convenient and free to get home instead of paying for a cab.
We had so much awkward and strange fun that night but I genuinely hope someday Siobhan and I find and attend a zombie burlesque show. It's now on the top of my 'must do while in Paris' list.
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