The Full Moon Ball
I pitched a small hissy fit trying to get into that damned corset. It's cheap, massed-produced, with plastic boning, a lace-up-the-back number from Lane Bryant and it gives me serious uni-boob---I would sell my grandmother for a proper corset with a busk and garters. But since I haven't been able to find a black, strapless bra to fit me anywhere, I'm kinda stuck with this one. Stuck being the operative word: I thought I was going to spend the whole night with the bottom edge jammed up the back...I killed my shoulders and tore a nail, but I got into it.
By the time I got to church, I was STRESSED. Nauseous. Tearful. Honestly? If it weren't for the fact that I was meeting Red, I would've stayed home. Which, as it turns out, would've been a huge mistake.
For one thing, I got my admission comp'ed---there were a couple tickets set aside for low-income guests. (I was prepared to pay---that allowed me to take some of my cash on hand and buy extra tickets for door prizes.) Costume-wise, the sequin stayed stuck, and except for one young person who guessed Nicole Kidman, everyone knew who I was supposed to be. Someone had made a really yummy wine punch---this REALLY de-stressed me!---and some great chili. I felt better after Red and I sat down and ate.
The crowd wasn't that big this year, but it was mostly people we're tight with. RHappy was our karaoke DJ. I got up multiple times, both as part of a group and solo. Did "It's Raining Men" with several of the gals, StormValkyrie and I belted out "Bad Bad Leroy Brown"---dead easy, that one, it joins "Bad Moon Rising" on my bombproof list---although I didn't resort to that old standard this go-round.
Solo, I did Meatloaf ("Anything for Love"), AC/DC ("Thunderstruck")---both of which turned out to be a helluva lot trickier than I expected from singing along with the CD. Then after something---I forget what---RHappy was busy, so the machine automatically went to the next selection, and I grabbed the mike for the hell of it and got torchy with "Jack and Diane". Yes, John Cougar before he was Mellencamp...that took me back to the year and a half I spent working in the paper plate factory circa 1982-83. The funny thing was, they played that song so much then that I despised it---and now it's just a blast from the past and I had a great time with it.
Oh, and the door prizes? I won two---a much-coveted necklace contributed by AI, and, miracle of miracles, a gift certificate for a half-hour massage.
So it ended up being totally worth it. Then I wandered home, watched White Collar on DVR, and now I'm trying to stay awake for CAYN to open. Maybe, maybe not....
By the time I got to church, I was STRESSED. Nauseous. Tearful. Honestly? If it weren't for the fact that I was meeting Red, I would've stayed home. Which, as it turns out, would've been a huge mistake.
For one thing, I got my admission comp'ed---there were a couple tickets set aside for low-income guests. (I was prepared to pay---that allowed me to take some of my cash on hand and buy extra tickets for door prizes.) Costume-wise, the sequin stayed stuck, and except for one young person who guessed Nicole Kidman, everyone knew who I was supposed to be. Someone had made a really yummy wine punch---this REALLY de-stressed me!---and some great chili. I felt better after Red and I sat down and ate.
The crowd wasn't that big this year, but it was mostly people we're tight with. RHappy was our karaoke DJ. I got up multiple times, both as part of a group and solo. Did "It's Raining Men" with several of the gals, StormValkyrie and I belted out "Bad Bad Leroy Brown"---dead easy, that one, it joins "Bad Moon Rising" on my bombproof list---although I didn't resort to that old standard this go-round.
Solo, I did Meatloaf ("Anything for Love"), AC/DC ("Thunderstruck")---both of which turned out to be a helluva lot trickier than I expected from singing along with the CD. Then after something---I forget what---RHappy was busy, so the machine automatically went to the next selection, and I grabbed the mike for the hell of it and got torchy with "Jack and Diane". Yes, John Cougar before he was Mellencamp...that took me back to the year and a half I spent working in the paper plate factory circa 1982-83. The funny thing was, they played that song so much then that I despised it---and now it's just a blast from the past and I had a great time with it.
Oh, and the door prizes? I won two---a much-coveted necklace contributed by AI, and, miracle of miracles, a gift certificate for a half-hour massage.
So it ended up being totally worth it. Then I wandered home, watched White Collar on DVR, and now I'm trying to stay awake for CAYN to open. Maybe, maybe not....