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Krav holiday party! How could I forget?
Well, the outfit was simple--black dress, mostly backless, drapy in front and fluid to the knees. Black too-high heels with red soles, bright red nailpolish and lipstick, no jewellery. I wore the long red leather coat over it.
Went late, which worked out fine with my too-hectic day and my ride's cold. Got there just in time to be shanghaied to a cool table (had a seat saved for me by the guy who'd been diving into my cleavage the last party, but he did nothing more scandalous than take pictures of me with my camera, which was very nice of him). Sat down just before the "Man, I miss Marni" speech from her best friend, which got everyone a little misty, but it was a cheery speech in the end.
Open bar! Since the migraines, I haven't had a hangover. I figure, what's the point? With the meds, the effect of alcohol is variable, but I'm not driving, so who cares?
Dinner was decent--the roast beef was very tender and peppery. I don't really remember the rest of the meal.
Got stranded (ahem) by the open bar during the next long speech, and the bartender kept refilling my vodka Red Bull every time I set down the empty glass. Which I guess I did a lot. Never had vodka Red Bull before, but I've been chugging down epic amounts of Red Bull recently (as well as espressos, macchiatos, and any not-too-sweet caffeinated energy drinks around) I figured it was like medicine. Just more fun.
Dessert--I had the chocolate cake, and cream puffs. N disagrees on the quality of the cake, but I enjoyed it. Muchly.
Every year they give gifts to the instructors--something krav logoed that is never offered for sale. I hadn't realised what a rush it would be to have the stuff. Yeah, I'm an elitist pig. This year was a zip-front jacket, light athletic material. Different ones for guys and girls, which irked me, but I guess I'm insane. Mine was a large, which irked too, but now I appreciate the non-boobiness of the whole thing. The women larger than me that were given mediums have to work out their own shit. I'm not trading. The next morning at the centre every instructor there was cheerfully preening and displaying their swag. We are such losers.
Sometime during dessert was the entertainment. Hypnotist. Seriously. I brayed so hard I disturbed the other tables. They weren't made to do anything scandalous--I guess just the premise sent me off. In retrospect, I think they were more hypnotised than many of them would admit--a couple said they'd had no choice whatsoever, but many of the others said they did what they did because he asked them to, and it seemed reasonable enough. Dude. Ballerina dancing and falling asleep on cue. Oh, yeah, it pretty much takes mind control to make all that reasonable.
A couple rounds of tequila shots later, then one rousing shimmy on the dance floor to Usher's Yeah (god, I love that crack), and we were pretty much done for the night. My cold and his enforced their own curfew. Plus I had to be teaching at 10:30 the next morning.
It was a fun time--no scandal or drama (while we were there) but lots of laughter. Good food, cool people, some amazing outfits sported (by the chicks. boys are lame). Got to see S who's insisted I keep in touch--seems he won't be back in LA for a while. Not sure what to keep in touch with him about, but I value the sentiment.
Well, the outfit was simple--black dress, mostly backless, drapy in front and fluid to the knees. Black too-high heels with red soles, bright red nailpolish and lipstick, no jewellery. I wore the long red leather coat over it.
Went late, which worked out fine with my too-hectic day and my ride's cold. Got there just in time to be shanghaied to a cool table (had a seat saved for me by the guy who'd been diving into my cleavage the last party, but he did nothing more scandalous than take pictures of me with my camera, which was very nice of him). Sat down just before the "Man, I miss Marni" speech from her best friend, which got everyone a little misty, but it was a cheery speech in the end.
Open bar! Since the migraines, I haven't had a hangover. I figure, what's the point? With the meds, the effect of alcohol is variable, but I'm not driving, so who cares?
Dinner was decent--the roast beef was very tender and peppery. I don't really remember the rest of the meal.
Got stranded (ahem) by the open bar during the next long speech, and the bartender kept refilling my vodka Red Bull every time I set down the empty glass. Which I guess I did a lot. Never had vodka Red Bull before, but I've been chugging down epic amounts of Red Bull recently (as well as espressos, macchiatos, and any not-too-sweet caffeinated energy drinks around) I figured it was like medicine. Just more fun.
Dessert--I had the chocolate cake, and cream puffs. N disagrees on the quality of the cake, but I enjoyed it. Muchly.
Every year they give gifts to the instructors--something krav logoed that is never offered for sale. I hadn't realised what a rush it would be to have the stuff. Yeah, I'm an elitist pig. This year was a zip-front jacket, light athletic material. Different ones for guys and girls, which irked me, but I guess I'm insane. Mine was a large, which irked too, but now I appreciate the non-boobiness of the whole thing. The women larger than me that were given mediums have to work out their own shit. I'm not trading. The next morning at the centre every instructor there was cheerfully preening and displaying their swag. We are such losers.
Sometime during dessert was the entertainment. Hypnotist. Seriously. I brayed so hard I disturbed the other tables. They weren't made to do anything scandalous--I guess just the premise sent me off. In retrospect, I think they were more hypnotised than many of them would admit--a couple said they'd had no choice whatsoever, but many of the others said they did what they did because he asked them to, and it seemed reasonable enough. Dude. Ballerina dancing and falling asleep on cue. Oh, yeah, it pretty much takes mind control to make all that reasonable.
A couple rounds of tequila shots later, then one rousing shimmy on the dance floor to Usher's Yeah (god, I love that crack), and we were pretty much done for the night. My cold and his enforced their own curfew. Plus I had to be teaching at 10:30 the next morning.
It was a fun time--no scandal or drama (while we were there) but lots of laughter. Good food, cool people, some amazing outfits sported (by the chicks. boys are lame). Got to see S who's insisted I keep in touch--seems he won't be back in LA for a while. Not sure what to keep in touch with him about, but I value the sentiment.