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I have been having the most brilliant weekend!! God bless holiday weekends!!
It started on Thursday. I never ended up going to class because I could *not* fall asleep that night. Around 4:30 in the morning I decided “screw class I need sleep” So I slept in till noon. I got up and walked down to a local salonish place where they do nails for pretty cheep. I made an appointment for later that day and went back to the flat. I showered and went through my beauty regiment. (I’ve decided, while here, that the way to stay looking nice is to adopt the motto “treat yourself every morning like you’re going to get laid that night”… works wonders! He he) Anyhow, after using what I needed I packed up all the toiletries I’d need to get ready for the dirty red ball, then went up to my room and packed everything I’d need this weekend. At three I left my flat with a very full backpack a full purse and a fedora. I felt like I was leaving for a week, not just overnight.
Anyhow I got my manicure/pedicure (wore my rainbow flip flops there) and it was so wonderfully relaxing!! Since I was wearing all black and white to the ball I decided to get my nails all done in bright red. I’ve never gotten such a bold colour before!! It’s brilliant :)
Anyhow I went straight from the salon to the tube and made my way to The Village, the bar I was meeting my friends at (they have these great shirts there-I think I need to buy one before I go, that say “I ::heart:: Soho”). I got there at five, the time it was supposed to start, and sat down at a likely spot for a group and waited. I waited for a bloody hour before anyone showed up!! I busied myself texting the whole world so that I didn’t feel like a complete friendless wonder. At six o’clock the *everyone* showed up. So many people, in fact, that the large table I’d been holding was too small. Figures. Anyhow I have a marvellous time with everyone-I’m getting to know so many people so well! And I got to know a few people who I’d thus far only talked to on line. That was brill. Around about nine Rooster, Muse and I left to go back to Rooster’s to get ready for the Dirty Red Ball. We stopped off for some pizza wine and chocolate first, though. I made my self drink an entire half litre bottle of water before we left.
I got all dolled up and felt amazingly sexy. I’ll post pictures but it was bloody amazing. From my feet to my lips to my hair I just felt good about everything everywhere. It was a killer outfit.
The Ball itself was… amazing… I found out, on the way there, the “rules” which I hadn’t known before. Apparently you’re supposed to wear something red (good thing I got my nails done red), gay men are welcome as the guest of a woman, straight men are only allowed in if they dress in drag. These rules really weren’t enforced, but they were mostly followed. There were women in mock suit get ups (like me), bodices and boas, lingerie, dresses, and almost nothing. There were men dressed casual, in kilts and in full out drag (although weather any were straight or gay wasn’t always clear…)! There were butch lesbians dressed femme, and femme lesbians dressed butch. There were women in drag too, and many many women with little to nothing on on top. It was often hard tell who was what. It was very gender blurring and I loved it.
They had all sorts of acts, at the top of every hour they had twenty to thirty minuets of acts then dance music till the next hour. There were all kinds of acts-some drag, some musicians, some dancers, and some truly random shit.
Of *all* of them, though, my favourite act was, surprisingly, the stripper. She wasn’t a sultry traditional beauty “I’m going to seduce you, look at my body” stripper, though. When she came out I had no idea what her act was. She was dressed in a smart business jacket and skirt. She had amazing facial expressions and audience interaction. She took out a red handkerchief and went through the making-the-hanky-disappear-into-the-hand trick, but after it disappeared, she “found” it in the pocket of her jacket. So, of course she had to take it off. Her facial expressions were amazing! The act went something like this (but of course there weren’t actually any words involved): “Hey! Look at this trick! Watch! Look! I made it disappear! How cool is that! I… wait… oh shit…. Here it is… damn. Well this coat had better go. Ok let’s try that again! Hey! Hey! I did it again! Go me! I’m so clever! I… wait… wait it’s in my skirt… well shit. That’d better go too. Alright, look! I’m in my bra and pants! Heh, that’s silly! ::dance dance:: OK one more time. Hey look!! I did it *again* I’m so great at this! Yahoo! Oh… oh damn it all! It’s in my bra. Well… guess I’d better lose it. ::turn around, take it off, throw it aside:: Alright! Again! YES! I did it again! I so rock at this I so bloody rock! I… Oh you guessed it. Look where it is now. Yep, in my thong. Should I take them off? What I can’t hear you… should I take it off? Alright, I guess it’d better go too. Hey look! I’m naked! Hehe, ::dance dance:: Alright! On more time! And this time it can’t hide…. And it’s gone! HA! It can’t show up again it’s got no place to… uh oh… I think I know where it is…”
And I’ll just let you guess where she found it the last time. It was an amazing act. Impressive, funny and fun. Not seductive, really, but def lots of fun. She had a lot of guts. And I appreciated that, while she wasn’t bad looking, she wasn’t a traditional Pamela Anderson look alike. I also appreciated that she had a very furry bush.
Anyhow. I danced until my feet rebelled. When I started getting a burning pins and needles sensation I knew that I’d danced too much in difficult high heels. I sat for a while, but the Ball was nearly over anyhow. I limped to the bus stop and we caught a bendy bus at 3 am in Camden and it was, far and away, the most squished I have EVER been on public transportation, including the tube at rush hour. Forget sitting down, it was so squished I didn’t need to hold the pole and busses are a nightmare to ride standing. The Knight Bus in Harry Potter isn’t far off from a regular London bus. It was crazy. And, since everyone was pissed, it was even more interesting.
I crashed at Rooster’s on her AMAZINGLY comfy couch. I think that couch was more comfy than my own bed. We all slept till about one… We went out for amazing English breakfast (I adore English breakfast) and, after, I made my way to First Out.
At First Out I did quite a bit of homework and meet up with Simone and Fox, who also brought work to do. Towards the end we ran into Theresa, Monica and Lea. We chatted with them for a bit then went over to Fox’s. We had dinner, watched south park and then went out to Scooby’s birthday party, where there were more Gingerbeeries. I got to meet a few more that I’ve been wanting to meet in real life. Plus there were some people there from other things I’ve been to recently-a girl I met when out with Rooster and Muse last week (where I got pissed off the wine…) and some people from Dinner in the dark-including a random Colombian we met that night. Banana got her number that night and invited her along. There was also the Alexis Twido look alike from Lyrical Lounge. Lots and lots of fun people :) Despite the fact that I bought myself only one drink and turned people down a few times when they offered to buy me a drink I managed to get quite pissed. The girls were very very generous with rounds. But I knew that I was just following Fox home and I didn’t have to worry about finding my own way.
We ended up at a brilliant gay pub called “the George and Dragon” which is open till 3 am. We left around two though.
I crashed on Fox’s futon and slept all night interrupted occasionally by her kitten attacking my ankles and making me giggle.
Fox woke me up by jumping on my legs and yelling “raahhr!” For a moment I thought it was Fabian again, and generally was very confused, but quickly fell to laughing.
In our PJs (Read t-shirts and pants) Fox Simone and I climbed into Fox’s bed, drinking tea, and watched cooking shows. Simone and I compared notes on not doing Passover. Fox was her usual entertainingly annoying self. The cat jumped on our feet a lot. It was all very silly and comfy.
Finally Fox said “you two need to study! So I want to see those books out and I’m going to go out and get breakfast… errm… lunch… and if I think you’ve been good girls I’ll feed you!”
So now Simone and I are working… well Simone is working and I’m journaling. But I’ve been wanting to write about this weekend anyhow.
It’s now almost been 48 hours since I was last at my flat. I’ll need to go back there to shower and get a change of clothing and a few more items to work on homework better, but I’ll be leaving again to go to my school and take care of some things and, hopefully, I’ll finally be able to do more research into my tattoo this weekend. I’ve run into several road blocks, but I got a great lead last night on a place I like the sound of. We’ll see how that pans out.
As of yet I have no plans for tonight, but I’d like to go out with friends again. I’ll look on line when I get internet access again and see if there’s anything going on.
It’ll be, strangely, sad to sleep in my own bed again tonight. Staying at other peoples places is like a big slumber party. No one’s invited me to sleep at their place tonight, though. Yet. :) It happened in the middle of the day last night. Who knows what can happen today!!
Although tomorrow morning I may go investigate the church I pass everyday on my street. It *is* Easter after all… I should do something other than go out with friends and have the bloody time of my life.
Then again, I think that Jesus is smiling at all my adventures :) I don’t think he’d mind the drinking and nomadic life. I think that I am already have having an amazing weekend of celebrating life!!!
Ah! Fox had come back and cooking us Spanish food!! Brilliant! I suppose it’s time to move on to homework…
It started on Thursday. I never ended up going to class because I could *not* fall asleep that night. Around 4:30 in the morning I decided “screw class I need sleep” So I slept in till noon. I got up and walked down to a local salonish place where they do nails for pretty cheep. I made an appointment for later that day and went back to the flat. I showered and went through my beauty regiment. (I’ve decided, while here, that the way to stay looking nice is to adopt the motto “treat yourself every morning like you’re going to get laid that night”… works wonders! He he) Anyhow, after using what I needed I packed up all the toiletries I’d need to get ready for the dirty red ball, then went up to my room and packed everything I’d need this weekend. At three I left my flat with a very full backpack a full purse and a fedora. I felt like I was leaving for a week, not just overnight.
Anyhow I got my manicure/pedicure (wore my rainbow flip flops there) and it was so wonderfully relaxing!! Since I was wearing all black and white to the ball I decided to get my nails all done in bright red. I’ve never gotten such a bold colour before!! It’s brilliant :)
Anyhow I went straight from the salon to the tube and made my way to The Village, the bar I was meeting my friends at (they have these great shirts there-I think I need to buy one before I go, that say “I ::heart:: Soho”). I got there at five, the time it was supposed to start, and sat down at a likely spot for a group and waited. I waited for a bloody hour before anyone showed up!! I busied myself texting the whole world so that I didn’t feel like a complete friendless wonder. At six o’clock the *everyone* showed up. So many people, in fact, that the large table I’d been holding was too small. Figures. Anyhow I have a marvellous time with everyone-I’m getting to know so many people so well! And I got to know a few people who I’d thus far only talked to on line. That was brill. Around about nine Rooster, Muse and I left to go back to Rooster’s to get ready for the Dirty Red Ball. We stopped off for some pizza wine and chocolate first, though. I made my self drink an entire half litre bottle of water before we left.
I got all dolled up and felt amazingly sexy. I’ll post pictures but it was bloody amazing. From my feet to my lips to my hair I just felt good about everything everywhere. It was a killer outfit.
The Ball itself was… amazing… I found out, on the way there, the “rules” which I hadn’t known before. Apparently you’re supposed to wear something red (good thing I got my nails done red), gay men are welcome as the guest of a woman, straight men are only allowed in if they dress in drag. These rules really weren’t enforced, but they were mostly followed. There were women in mock suit get ups (like me), bodices and boas, lingerie, dresses, and almost nothing. There were men dressed casual, in kilts and in full out drag (although weather any were straight or gay wasn’t always clear…)! There were butch lesbians dressed femme, and femme lesbians dressed butch. There were women in drag too, and many many women with little to nothing on on top. It was often hard tell who was what. It was very gender blurring and I loved it.
They had all sorts of acts, at the top of every hour they had twenty to thirty minuets of acts then dance music till the next hour. There were all kinds of acts-some drag, some musicians, some dancers, and some truly random shit.
Of *all* of them, though, my favourite act was, surprisingly, the stripper. She wasn’t a sultry traditional beauty “I’m going to seduce you, look at my body” stripper, though. When she came out I had no idea what her act was. She was dressed in a smart business jacket and skirt. She had amazing facial expressions and audience interaction. She took out a red handkerchief and went through the making-the-hanky-disappear-into-the-hand trick, but after it disappeared, she “found” it in the pocket of her jacket. So, of course she had to take it off. Her facial expressions were amazing! The act went something like this (but of course there weren’t actually any words involved): “Hey! Look at this trick! Watch! Look! I made it disappear! How cool is that! I… wait… oh shit…. Here it is… damn. Well this coat had better go. Ok let’s try that again! Hey! Hey! I did it again! Go me! I’m so clever! I… wait… wait it’s in my skirt… well shit. That’d better go too. Alright, look! I’m in my bra and pants! Heh, that’s silly! ::dance dance:: OK one more time. Hey look!! I did it *again* I’m so great at this! Yahoo! Oh… oh damn it all! It’s in my bra. Well… guess I’d better lose it. ::turn around, take it off, throw it aside:: Alright! Again! YES! I did it again! I so rock at this I so bloody rock! I… Oh you guessed it. Look where it is now. Yep, in my thong. Should I take them off? What I can’t hear you… should I take it off? Alright, I guess it’d better go too. Hey look! I’m naked! Hehe, ::dance dance:: Alright! On more time! And this time it can’t hide…. And it’s gone! HA! It can’t show up again it’s got no place to… uh oh… I think I know where it is…”
And I’ll just let you guess where she found it the last time. It was an amazing act. Impressive, funny and fun. Not seductive, really, but def lots of fun. She had a lot of guts. And I appreciated that, while she wasn’t bad looking, she wasn’t a traditional Pamela Anderson look alike. I also appreciated that she had a very furry bush.
Anyhow. I danced until my feet rebelled. When I started getting a burning pins and needles sensation I knew that I’d danced too much in difficult high heels. I sat for a while, but the Ball was nearly over anyhow. I limped to the bus stop and we caught a bendy bus at 3 am in Camden and it was, far and away, the most squished I have EVER been on public transportation, including the tube at rush hour. Forget sitting down, it was so squished I didn’t need to hold the pole and busses are a nightmare to ride standing. The Knight Bus in Harry Potter isn’t far off from a regular London bus. It was crazy. And, since everyone was pissed, it was even more interesting.
I crashed at Rooster’s on her AMAZINGLY comfy couch. I think that couch was more comfy than my own bed. We all slept till about one… We went out for amazing English breakfast (I adore English breakfast) and, after, I made my way to First Out.
At First Out I did quite a bit of homework and meet up with Simone and Fox, who also brought work to do. Towards the end we ran into Theresa, Monica and Lea. We chatted with them for a bit then went over to Fox’s. We had dinner, watched south park and then went out to Scooby’s birthday party, where there were more Gingerbeeries. I got to meet a few more that I’ve been wanting to meet in real life. Plus there were some people there from other things I’ve been to recently-a girl I met when out with Rooster and Muse last week (where I got pissed off the wine…) and some people from Dinner in the dark-including a random Colombian we met that night. Banana got her number that night and invited her along. There was also the Alexis Twido look alike from Lyrical Lounge. Lots and lots of fun people :) Despite the fact that I bought myself only one drink and turned people down a few times when they offered to buy me a drink I managed to get quite pissed. The girls were very very generous with rounds. But I knew that I was just following Fox home and I didn’t have to worry about finding my own way.
We ended up at a brilliant gay pub called “the George and Dragon” which is open till 3 am. We left around two though.
I crashed on Fox’s futon and slept all night interrupted occasionally by her kitten attacking my ankles and making me giggle.
Fox woke me up by jumping on my legs and yelling “raahhr!” For a moment I thought it was Fabian again, and generally was very confused, but quickly fell to laughing.
In our PJs (Read t-shirts and pants) Fox Simone and I climbed into Fox’s bed, drinking tea, and watched cooking shows. Simone and I compared notes on not doing Passover. Fox was her usual entertainingly annoying self. The cat jumped on our feet a lot. It was all very silly and comfy.
Finally Fox said “you two need to study! So I want to see those books out and I’m going to go out and get breakfast… errm… lunch… and if I think you’ve been good girls I’ll feed you!”
So now Simone and I are working… well Simone is working and I’m journaling. But I’ve been wanting to write about this weekend anyhow.
It’s now almost been 48 hours since I was last at my flat. I’ll need to go back there to shower and get a change of clothing and a few more items to work on homework better, but I’ll be leaving again to go to my school and take care of some things and, hopefully, I’ll finally be able to do more research into my tattoo this weekend. I’ve run into several road blocks, but I got a great lead last night on a place I like the sound of. We’ll see how that pans out.
As of yet I have no plans for tonight, but I’d like to go out with friends again. I’ll look on line when I get internet access again and see if there’s anything going on.
It’ll be, strangely, sad to sleep in my own bed again tonight. Staying at other peoples places is like a big slumber party. No one’s invited me to sleep at their place tonight, though. Yet. :) It happened in the middle of the day last night. Who knows what can happen today!!
Although tomorrow morning I may go investigate the church I pass everyday on my street. It *is* Easter after all… I should do something other than go out with friends and have the bloody time of my life.
Then again, I think that Jesus is smiling at all my adventures :) I don’t think he’d mind the drinking and nomadic life. I think that I am already have having an amazing weekend of celebrating life!!!
Ah! Fox had come back and cooking us Spanish food!! Brilliant! I suppose it’s time to move on to homework…