Backbends and Butts. Pah. Bring on the mime...

Went with a friend to Crazy Horse in Paris last night. It was surprisingly stylish though after so much of the same, I was pleasantly surprised when the mime artist came on. And the constant backbends must hurt girls, no?! Two glasses of champagne and a sneaky fruit-based cocktail, along with a litre of Badoit at Pershing Hall afterwards and I smugly assumed I'd be up with the larks ready for my spin class. Boo. Is this what being almost 30 plus 10 feels like? I'm nervous. Greige may work well when embracing the fashion colour-block theme, but not when it's your face.