It's official. Cyndi Lauper is playing our Best Of party. Cyndi. Lauper. Friday. October 6. Uptown Theater. Tickets cost $37.50 to $45, so I should say Cyndi Lauper is playing after our Best Of party, at which Pitch employees and various clients and hangers-on indulge in free food, drink, and fight each other melee-combat style with trinkets made by Scion. Then, we stagger downstairs to the main concert area, mixing in with all Cyndi's fans for the big show.
The diva playing our actual party is local jazz dreamboat Megan Birdsall. On any given night, I'd rather go to a Megan show than a Cyndi show, but I fear that come next Friday I'll be flitting about, social butterfly that I am, from gathering to gathering, rubbing elbows, dropping pills in the drinks of my enemies while simultaneously groping their dates, and frequently, I hope, nodding toward the stage -- where Birdsall and her band will be swinging away like ninjas at a batting cage — and I will say, "They're really good. You should go check 'em out."
Lauper, for her part, looks really, remarkably good. If not for her trademark squint, those eyes shaped like the outline of a rising sun, she'd be tough to differentiate from an other hot babe in her �30s (though I figure the Brooklyn native to be in the neighborhood of a
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