Meanderings: November 1, 1999

Monday,
November 1, 1999

Sweeties and darlings, I'm absolutely exhausted, but looking fabulous. Remember all of the whimpering I've been doing over the last two weeks about my costume?

Well, the ball was tonight, so you can click on the pic at left (taken with my spandy new digital camera, an early Christmas present from Lyndon) to see the full glory of Tietania, Queen of the Bondage Fairies. The top is a steel-boned leather corset with puffed leather sleeves, and the skirt is fifteen meters of black and silver tulle. The wig, you don't want to know about -- suffice it to say that it's in two parts and getting it on requires the assistance of bobby pins, hairspray, and the power of positive thinking. I was working on it right up until it was time to get dressed and ready for the ball.

Which we did, by dint of much straining, sweating, and positive thinking -- or was that hairspray? Oh, well -- it took Lyndon, Tina and I about an hour and a half to get into our relative costumes, and that's with forgetting important bits like my wings and Tina's crown and wand. But get into them we did, and off to the ball we went with a friend of Lyndon's who had flown into London for the occasion.

Well, not directly -- first, we had to wait in front of the hotel while Lyndon (dressed as a pirate) tried to hail a taxi. Which was interesting -- picture the Queen of the Bondage Fairies, a Bondage Fairy Princess and an International Man of Mystery, all standing there and confusing the hell out of the straights. One poor woman almost walked into a post, she was staring at us so hard. Although there was the nice pair of women who asked us politely if they could take our pictures -- being royalty, we agreed grandly and posed for a couple of snaps.

By that point, Lyndon had found a very bemused driver who was willing to drive us to the club where the ball was being held. And the ball itself? Well, a splendid time was had by 3/4s of us -- Christian enjoyed the ambiance, Tina spent her time chatting with Christian and a lovely boy from New York, and I had a number of people oohing and aahing over my costume (and what the costume highlighted. I've never really had people talk to my breasts before -- a strange experience). Lyndon didn't enjoy the party as much as he'd assumed he would, however -- it was rather crowded, and he thought there would be more quiet seating space where you could just sit and chat with people. Poor sweetie -- he prefers one-on-one interaction, and tends to feel a little uncomfortable in big anonymous social situations. But the really disappointing thing about this is, there's an excellent chance things will go pear-shaped on New Year's Eve and Lyndon will be stuck in the office fighting fires, so the ball was supposed to have been his New Year's Eve celebration. My poor angel.

But I did come away from this with a surprising discovery -- a custom-made corset can be astoundingly comfortable (my back didn't make a peep all the way through the party). If I can find the time, I may just be making a few more of these puppies -- in more washable fabrics, however. . .

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