The Gayety Theatre...where 30-something years later Lili St. Cyr would put her skills to use. To quote a Wikipedia reference, the Quebec clergy stated that whenever she danced "the theater is made to stink with the foul odor of sexual frenzy."
Did we ever experience that smell upstairs at Cleopatra's?...And if we did, did it have anything to do with DJ Coatcheck or Mr. & Mrs. Aerobics?
Strange, I remember no smells, sexual or otherwise. I imagine this might be explained by the generous and inaccurately named "Happy Hour," which ended invariably long after I'd reached my limit.
I'm fairly certain that Happy Hour ended at 11:30. Two for the price of one on what were already the cheapest drinks in the downtown core. And you could bank them. I remember once ordering three beers,knowing that I'd receive six.
However did they stay in business? I mean, just consider the costs associated with those elaborate stage productions. Supported by a patron of the art, I suppose. That or a front for money launderers.
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The Gayety Theatre...where 30-something years later Lili St. Cyr would put her skills to use. To quote a Wikipedia reference, the Quebec clergy stated that whenever she danced "the theater is made to stink with the foul odor of sexual frenzy."
ReplyDeleteDid we ever experience that smell upstairs at Cleopatra's?...And if we did, did it have anything to do with DJ Coatcheck or Mr. & Mrs. Aerobics?
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Strange, I remember no smells, sexual or otherwise. I imagine this might be explained by the generous and inaccurately named "Happy Hour," which ended invariably long after I'd reached my limit.
DeleteI'd forgotten about that weird happy hour - I do remember getting two drinks each time I ordered till what seemed like midnight.
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I'm fairly certain that Happy Hour ended at 11:30. Two for the price of one on what were already the cheapest drinks in the downtown core. And you could bank them. I remember once ordering three beers,knowing that I'd receive six.
DeleteHowever did they stay in business? I mean, just consider the costs associated with those elaborate stage productions. Supported by a patron of the art, I suppose. That or a front for money launderers.