Come dancing
Nov. 7th, 2004 12:17 pmThat was fun!
Bound was smaller and less impressive than I'd been expecting. This was OK, because it meant I didn't feel terribly out of my depth.
The "Back to School" theme was a repeat from September, it seemed. Nobody much paid attention to it.
shadowflyer tried for an English schoolboy look -- tie askew, shirttails hanging out beneath sweater, schoolboy cap -- but that was about it.
shadowflyer,
eirehound,
garsha and I all went together, and Laura from work was there with a bunch of people she knew, and that was fine.
immlass, you know how you were looking at the one legged pants and saying "where I come from, they call that a skirt?" I found out why they have the dumb name -- it's because BOYS wear them! And look pretty silly in them, too. So would girls, I guess -- they're inherently silly-looking garments, I think.
I totally forgot that it's shoes first, THEN corset, when I was getting dressed. I won't forget again. I had that thing laced tight enough to make it impossible to bend at the waist, which was the only way I managed any cleavage at all. Side effect I hadn't planned on: chafing under the ARMS when I danced. Not too bad, though.
The combination of the plaid inserts in my skirt and the red sneakers tipped the outfit more towards punk than goth, which was still fine. I didn't look out of place, although I think I was the only one without dumb-looking six inch platform boots. What happened to real combat boots, huh?
I am officially Older Than Dirt -- the song that pulled me irresistibly onto the dance floor was "Just Like Heaven." Followed by "Enjoy the Silence." I was not, however, the oldest one there. A woman named Linda, who was the only one pulling off a romantigoth look effectively, admitted to being 40, with a 19-year-old kid, when she heard me and
garsha talking about our kids (9 and 4).
And now I need to go put on shoes and start some laundry and do some yardwork. Hope the coffee kicks in soon.
Bound was smaller and less impressive than I'd been expecting. This was OK, because it meant I didn't feel terribly out of my depth.
The "Back to School" theme was a repeat from September, it seemed. Nobody much paid attention to it.
I totally forgot that it's shoes first, THEN corset, when I was getting dressed. I won't forget again. I had that thing laced tight enough to make it impossible to bend at the waist, which was the only way I managed any cleavage at all. Side effect I hadn't planned on: chafing under the ARMS when I danced. Not too bad, though.
The combination of the plaid inserts in my skirt and the red sneakers tipped the outfit more towards punk than goth, which was still fine. I didn't look out of place, although I think I was the only one without dumb-looking six inch platform boots. What happened to real combat boots, huh?
I am officially Older Than Dirt -- the song that pulled me irresistibly onto the dance floor was "Just Like Heaven." Followed by "Enjoy the Silence." I was not, however, the oldest one there. A woman named Linda, who was the only one pulling off a romantigoth look effectively, admitted to being 40, with a 19-year-old kid, when she heard me and
And now I need to go put on shoes and start some laundry and do some yardwork. Hope the coffee kicks in soon.