| As the applause dies down, they announce our act. My heart kicks it up a notch and they bring the lights down.
God, I love this.
My partner stands in the dark, in the middle of the stage, her back to the audience. The bass line starts and the lights come up. The crowd goes wild as they see her dressed in my button-down shirt, my suit jacket, my red tie, sun glasses, and her black boler hat. Then you hear the words:
Oh my god, Becky, look at her butt...
When the spoken intro to Sir Mix-a-lot's Baby Got Back ends, my partner goes into the rap. She is hot shit. This when I make my entrance.
There are very few times when I have heard an audience of NYU Stern School of Business students explode to this magnitude and roar in sheer excitement -- and laughter. Yes. Loony got back.
Silver wig. Blush painstakingly applied. Red lipstick obnoxiously bright. T-shirt tied into a bra. Black skirt. HUGE ass.
It was a glorious show.
Some comments I received after the show:
- Girl: I was like, "Wow, that girl's got a great stomach. Oh my god, that girl's a guy!"
- Guy: I have never laughed so hard in my life!
- Professor: You're a damned sexy girl, Loon. Damned sexy.
- Everyone else: Hahaha...
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