Chippendales’ performance limp?

It was pretty obvious from the time the Chippendales took the stage last night at the Gaiety Theatre that we weren’t in for a night of song and dance excellence. (Actually, even before they took the stage we knew, they were flogging t-shirts up and down the aisles).

But the boys are soooooooooooooooooooooooo fit, it really doesn’t matter.  My g*d what beautiful bodies! Who cares if they can’t dance or sing?  Their costumes were cliche (read firemen, cowboys, Grease); the lip synching amateur. The abs were hard and the pecks….well impeccable. 

I wish they wouldn’t call me honey; but I’m glad they let me squeeze their biceps.  One had such gorgeous long blond hair, I would have gladly rolled naked in it, if he’d let me.

There was one part of the performance that was conspicuous by its absence.  But who cares…we had fun anyway.