Theatre of the surreal on Lincoln

By Thrillist

Published on 3/10/2010 at 4:00 AM

The pasties are glued, the garters hiked, and The Strip's doors are open, with girls swinging from trapezes, random S&M-ish stuff, burlesque acts popping up every 20 minutes, and surprise guests like The Heat's marching band, who make classic marches sound so much like Rick James you'll be saying, "I'm John Philip Sousa, bitch!"