Toulouse-Lautrec didn't take his models from classical academies; he chose prostitutes and bohemians, and I suppose if you squinted hard enough, you might confuse a bourgeois Seattle burlesque girl with one of those hard-livers. So draw them. As they dance. And you might win prizes, which is not as good as immortality, but better than being disfigured most of your life. (Rendezvous, 2322 Second Ave, 441-5823. 6—9 pm, $10 general/$15 for a table.)