When I F-I-N-A-L-L-Y got home that Friday afternoon (it didn’t really take any longer, just felt like it did, I thought I could swim faster than the ferry but that would have ruined my newly blow-dried hair). I grabbed my silver sequined dress and slipped it over my head. I was thinking head to toe silver. I tried on the first necklace but the rhinestones were the wrong shade for the sequins of the dress. The second necklace was the wrong shape for dress' neckline. I decided to go with just earrings so I put on these.
Then I pulled out all my evening bags. We chose the ombre bugle beaded (silver to black).
I knew I would wear my silver YSL cage shoes so that was easy.
I twisted my hair into a loose chignon with lots of wispy ends hanging out. Then I tried one more accessory. My tiara. I sashayed into the bedroom where my husband was watching TV. He immediately said, "NO!" It was too much-all diamonds and pearls with the silver sequins. I argued but knew he was right. I just wanted to wear it. I put it back in the armoire. Sigh...I was ready.
Then I was faced with walking out my suburban front door into brilliant sunshine at 5:00 pm. Honestly, I could not deal with plaid shirted neighbors mowing the lawn asking me where I was going-it would have taken some of the joy out of it for me. I put on a coat. (I was glad too, it got cooler out later on).
I drove to my GBF's apartment he was positively marvelous in said tuxedo jacket, skinny skinny jeans, a vest (no shirt) and ropes of pearls mixed with chains and rhinestone lapel clips (we are Chanel addicted flapper twins after all).
We met another of his friends there who was in drag and looked spectacular. He wore a green sequined V-necked long sleeve cummerbund waisted pencil dress with gold shoes and gloves plus a tres charmant pillbox feathered confection of a hat that he made himself!! He brought two friends with him. We arrived at 6:30, when it was supposed to start and there was not a soul there! Not even the talent! We hung around chatting up the door people for a little while. The boys wanted cocktails. We told the door ladies and went to the corner cafe. It was a suburban looking desert southwest kind of place, not one that would normally appeal to my GBF and me but was only steps away from our event. Our little group, full of sequins and feathers and diamonds and pearls made quite the impression as we descended upon it. I got a secret kick out of that. We chatted and went back. Now there was a line. And new door people. They were counting and had lists. After more disorganized confusion we talked ourselves into the line that was actually going in!
It was a gorgeous party-in their most dramatic finery. But Dita was the best accessory of all.
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