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.)

Jen Graves (The Stranger’s former arts critic) mostly writes about things you approach with your eyeballs. But she’s also a history nerd interested in anything that needs more talking about, from male...