Burlesque, cupcakes and circus oh my!
This evening needs to be recorded so that I may remember it. Im already starting to think it couldnt have happened.
Getting ready for burlesque and hopping on a train was standard procedure. Corset, fascinator, stripey socks. Onto the train, into the city.
Meet up with the sir and jump on another train to the venue. Sit down with Horus, a stranger in a purple silk shirt going to the same show with no clue as to direction.
I get the boys to the venue and line up, greeting many people. Standing in the doorway the till was out of small change, conversing across the room to the amusement of many with friends who had arrived earlier and were presently tying balloons to the ears of their shortest friend.
Into the bar, buying sparkling, finding the lovely Cupcakes and purchasing her wares. Wandering around bumping into friends the first act beings, juggling. I fear I know too many talented circus people, the juggling boys were very attractive, and fun, but a lot of dropping occurred.
Back to wandering meeting the Kriyanna and the recently jobless one, I buy him and drink and we wander inside for the acts. More circus. More circus that our friends could do better. Time for more cupcakes and more wine. And showing off by jumping onto tables. Not me, that one. Possibly too much flirting but he's a sweetie, and i'm in a very strange mood. Just about agree to going home with him.
Back in for more burlesque. Actual burlesque now! Some amazing women, with fantastic performances. He wins a feather dusted. I get tickled. Squee. Kriyanna receives offer of cider and I figure I can find my own way home. Or way to A home.
Wandering back outside to meet new people and chat with friends. Magnificent moment a girl takes a look at my clevage and wants to place a cupcake in it. Off she dashes. After a while she returns, places the cupcake in and pushes my breasts together. Resulting in squashes cupcake and cream all over my chest which He promply swoops on. Worth a giggle. This begins the start of less than ideal attention but the young men in my party are responsible enough (sort of) to keep the creepy drunk older men away.
Am asked if I have an act on this evening. I tell the drunken man yes and he should go and get himself another drink now or else he will miss my show. I wonder if he realises I didnt perform?
A wild Weedle appears, and introduces his doppleganger. A nice young man who was fortunate enough to witness the cupcake experiment.
Have a lovely time sitting around with the charming young men who are all paying me a great deal of attention (just what I need after the long days of self-doubt and other post-relationship emotional negativity).
Back inside for the final show, but before it begins recognising a boy in the crowd. A boy I went to music school with back in high school. Have not seen in years!
The show was a gorgeous girl lighting herself on fire then walking on broken glass. Just. Win.
Then being approached by strange man who also asked if I performed and showered me with a great many compliments about my personality and energy. Was denied my number or full name. Was allowed a photo. Was left when the ass was touched. Was complained to the sir about who then informed a scary lady of this fact who was then directed to threaten the wrong man. Crises averted, all apologised.
Realising the jobless one had left with, presumably, another woman. His loss I say.
Realising the hour and that getting home was near impossible. Oops.
Scoring free cupcakes from Cupcake, and licking wet pussies off lady's fingers.
Being invited to the doppleganger's hotel to afterparty with a small troupe. Considering until realising cupcake squishing girl who was sharing the hotel suite was ex girlfriend. Discovering this upon a smooch and her attempting to "win" with him by telling him he moved on first so she was now allowed to get with whoever she liked and he was not allowed to say anything. Decided I did *not* want to be invovled in that so passed on my number and took up the other offer.
Being a ride out eastward and a crash on the couch wth Cupcakes. Somehow the sir managed to invite himself along, awkward since Cupcakes does not so much like.
Arriving at the house and not getting along well at all. Bad feeling. Worse smell. All the energy was off, the conversation rubbing me the wrong way. Had an almost alergic reaction, whether real or brought on but the desire to get the hell out. Failed to connect to the cab company and was kindly offered a lift home by a fellow going on a food run.
Now have a sir on my couch and some very odd feelings about this night.
Sad I did not find my old friend again after the show as I had to keep avoiding creepy man. Will have to try and track him down.
Happy at such good company, several admirers, delicious cupcakes and stunning ladies.
Sad to have ended up in bed alone.
Happy to have ended up in MY bed.
Forever known by the doppleganger as the cupcakes-boobs-girl. Hopefully will see him again at least.
Amused but also disappointed by the jobless one leaving without even a goodbye. Want to spend one on one time with that one to see if I can get through to him. Has many things to learn that one. I want to know what he is like when he isnt "performing" for his audience.
Delighted at the many compliments (mostly by women of my corset, and one for my "fangs"!)
I think overall this night was a success. Just. Very bizarre.
Getting ready for burlesque and hopping on a train was standard procedure. Corset, fascinator, stripey socks. Onto the train, into the city.
Meet up with the sir and jump on another train to the venue. Sit down with Horus, a stranger in a purple silk shirt going to the same show with no clue as to direction.
I get the boys to the venue and line up, greeting many people. Standing in the doorway the till was out of small change, conversing across the room to the amusement of many with friends who had arrived earlier and were presently tying balloons to the ears of their shortest friend.
Into the bar, buying sparkling, finding the lovely Cupcakes and purchasing her wares. Wandering around bumping into friends the first act beings, juggling. I fear I know too many talented circus people, the juggling boys were very attractive, and fun, but a lot of dropping occurred.
Back to wandering meeting the Kriyanna and the recently jobless one, I buy him and drink and we wander inside for the acts. More circus. More circus that our friends could do better. Time for more cupcakes and more wine. And showing off by jumping onto tables. Not me, that one. Possibly too much flirting but he's a sweetie, and i'm in a very strange mood. Just about agree to going home with him.
Back in for more burlesque. Actual burlesque now! Some amazing women, with fantastic performances. He wins a feather dusted. I get tickled. Squee. Kriyanna receives offer of cider and I figure I can find my own way home. Or way to A home.
Wandering back outside to meet new people and chat with friends. Magnificent moment a girl takes a look at my clevage and wants to place a cupcake in it. Off she dashes. After a while she returns, places the cupcake in and pushes my breasts together. Resulting in squashes cupcake and cream all over my chest which He promply swoops on. Worth a giggle. This begins the start of less than ideal attention but the young men in my party are responsible enough (sort of) to keep the creepy drunk older men away.
Am asked if I have an act on this evening. I tell the drunken man yes and he should go and get himself another drink now or else he will miss my show. I wonder if he realises I didnt perform?
A wild Weedle appears, and introduces his doppleganger. A nice young man who was fortunate enough to witness the cupcake experiment.
Have a lovely time sitting around with the charming young men who are all paying me a great deal of attention (just what I need after the long days of self-doubt and other post-relationship emotional negativity).
Back inside for the final show, but before it begins recognising a boy in the crowd. A boy I went to music school with back in high school. Have not seen in years!
The show was a gorgeous girl lighting herself on fire then walking on broken glass. Just. Win.
Then being approached by strange man who also asked if I performed and showered me with a great many compliments about my personality and energy. Was denied my number or full name. Was allowed a photo. Was left when the ass was touched. Was complained to the sir about who then informed a scary lady of this fact who was then directed to threaten the wrong man. Crises averted, all apologised.
Realising the jobless one had left with, presumably, another woman. His loss I say.
Realising the hour and that getting home was near impossible. Oops.
Scoring free cupcakes from Cupcake, and licking wet pussies off lady's fingers.
Being invited to the doppleganger's hotel to afterparty with a small troupe. Considering until realising cupcake squishing girl who was sharing the hotel suite was ex girlfriend. Discovering this upon a smooch and her attempting to "win" with him by telling him he moved on first so she was now allowed to get with whoever she liked and he was not allowed to say anything. Decided I did *not* want to be invovled in that so passed on my number and took up the other offer.
Being a ride out eastward and a crash on the couch wth Cupcakes. Somehow the sir managed to invite himself along, awkward since Cupcakes does not so much like.
Arriving at the house and not getting along well at all. Bad feeling. Worse smell. All the energy was off, the conversation rubbing me the wrong way. Had an almost alergic reaction, whether real or brought on but the desire to get the hell out. Failed to connect to the cab company and was kindly offered a lift home by a fellow going on a food run.
Now have a sir on my couch and some very odd feelings about this night.
Sad I did not find my old friend again after the show as I had to keep avoiding creepy man. Will have to try and track him down.
Happy at such good company, several admirers, delicious cupcakes and stunning ladies.
Sad to have ended up in bed alone.
Happy to have ended up in MY bed.
Forever known by the doppleganger as the cupcakes-boobs-girl. Hopefully will see him again at least.
Amused but also disappointed by the jobless one leaving without even a goodbye. Want to spend one on one time with that one to see if I can get through to him. Has many things to learn that one. I want to know what he is like when he isnt "performing" for his audience.
Delighted at the many compliments (mostly by women of my corset, and one for my "fangs"!)
I think overall this night was a success. Just. Very bizarre.