I love the way my clothing smells and feels after a night out dancing. Heavily perfumed, a faint smokey-tinge; the sparkle of glitter that might catch the light; the fabric of a clingy dress worn in, soft, and molded to the curve of my waist; the sleeves loosened and covering the tops of my hands.
After finally waking up late morning, having slept off the drinks and with the night air still in my lungs, tossing aside the multi-colored paper flyers that lie beside my purse and shoes; I might gather up a dress I've worn and press it to my face, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of the night before. And if, perhaps, I had worn a sweater or a wrap, I might toss it on over what I would wear that day after, just to allow the fragrance of last night's perfume to linger, making the dark purple and strobe white moments last just a little longer...
Wow.
I honestly could not have asked for a better weekend or to have spent it in better, more illustrious company. I have been reminded of what things feel like when they are perfect. This brings me so much hope. I can't imagine that things could possibly get even more beautiful, but I know now that it is entirely possible.
After a quick trip to the beauty supply, and $60 dropped on BedHead products, I sprung for a cheap but purpose-serving lunch for the two of us, then Shane and I headed downtown for the garment district. We were completely successful in finding the most exquisite fabrics for the gown. It gives me chills to handle these fabric swatches. I was even complimented by an older woman on my refined tastes just after my purchase. The buying experience was a pleasure in every conceivable way. And, of course, my beautiful assistant and partner in crime, Shane, is always the best companion. He even told me a story on our way home, about the origins of the bridal veil. Beautiful and romantic, and very sweet of him to tell it.
Before returning home, I managed to find several gorgeous black frilly things to choose from to wear to that evening's "symphony". I bought two blouses, one in black voile and another in a substantial, clingy fabric - both very gypsy/Victorian-inspired. One has flyaway sleeves and the other is a sweet, gathered, elasticized puff sleeve and collar. I found a camisole, thong, and boy-short set made of very fine, very soft micromesh with tiny lettuce edging. I LOVE this. I also found a black short skirt that fits like a dream, and is detailed in black satin ribbon on the sides, and a pair of black, slinky, flat front pants with slits at the seam and an invisible zipper. I wore these yesterday, slung low, beneath a black mesh slipdress with a soft pink lining, and tiny pink rosebuds on the lingerie straps. Really sweet. The best find had to have been some very sexy aubergine satin strappy heels. They're Espirit shoes, which makes them only about $45 - $50, but I snagged them for $8. I am a woman who LOVES a sale. The prettiest find was a gorgeous, antique pink, glass cameo with rhinestones. It's a pendant and a pin in one. Hee!
Speaking of sales, while waiting for my date to arrive at the Knitting Factory, I wandered into an adjacent bookstore that seemed to be going out of business, like so many other retail shops that continue to meet their demise at the cursed Galaxy center on Hollywood Blvd.
I used to work in a silver, leather shop that was once located there. This was back when I first moved to this godforsaken shithole. The business had to relocate to the Venice boardwalk in order to make some real money. It's thriving now, of course. Anyway, so inside the bookstore I found a huge, heavy, decadent coffee table book entitled I Do... 100 Years of Wedding Fashion. Half price. Needless to say, the book is now in my possession. It's so amazing.
After enjoying my first White Russian of the night, and a brief but pleasant encounter with a couple of Live Journal regulars (my shyness kicked in), I took my place in line and Shane and Nicki arrived within minutes. Rasputina were divine. The George Sara Trio opened with a handful of Enigma-styled pieces performed by three women and a DJ. A violin, a viola, and a cello backed by modernized dance beats. Very nice as openers. I couldn't help but wish Heather could have been there, too.
Rasputina - typically three beautiful, female cellists draped in the finest Victorian dressing gowns, corsets, and underpinnings - were only two, (which was never explained) and accompanied by a very capable male drummer who reminded me of Ryan in many ways. Melora, with her quirkiness and strange humor, was also brilliant and fiery, and her bow paid dearly, with fine white horsetail hair flying every which way and being torn from the edges between songs . It was gorgeous.
I was able to briefly meet the acquaintance of Nicki's beau, Angel, and several of her friends at the show. Angel was charming, and gorgeous, and everything Nicki had been gushing about the night before. The two of them are lovely together. Colorful, eccentric, and perfect. One can only hope the best for two people who are so obviously predestined in the stars. My fingers and my heart are crossed for them both.
As an additional treat, we were given the gift of a "secret" midnight show at Bar Sinister afterwards, which was lovely, although by this time, I was totally inebriated. Consuming six or seven very strong White Russians over a period of a few hours will do that to a girl.
Shane connected with a very sweet someone who was new in town at the Knitting Factory, so the three of us followed the Rasputinas to the club, and enjoyed the rest of the evening surrounded by gothic naughtiness and haughtiness. Delicious.
Speaking of delicious, I was also treated to my first taste of Absinthe, courtesy of Shane, who promised me the experience of the entire Absinthe ritual at the wedding. It was sweet, and tasted of black licorice and of wicked herbs. It tasted like an old soul. Like the essence of a ghost. As if I were partaking in a chilled glass of cloudy, lime green ancient history. I look forward to doing it the old fashioned way, with strainer and sugar cube and the anticipation of hallucinations if too much is consumed.
Although I found myself fending off the unwanted advances of a very horny 21 year old, (whom I later dubbed Wiener Boy), Shane and his new friend were getting [it] on famously, so following the just-after-midnight performance, the three of us decided to call it a night. It was something so enjoyable to be near two of my oldest, closest, most trusted friends that I have made a pact with myself to be sure that those times occur on a much more frequent basis from now on. Special occasions are wonderful, so why not have lots of them?
Sunday with Brian and the family was warm and relaxed, although I was still reeling a bit from the hangover. I did find the ribbons I was still missing for the gown so I will need to drop those off at the House of Nicki and Shane. I was also able to snare another killer deal on a verdigris metal wire "birdcage" with ivy and butterflies made of the same green metal. We'll use this as a decorative drop box for wedding cards, notes from the guests, and gift certificates. Half price. Hoo Hoo!
I don't know if it was the coffee I had on our way home from Huntington last night, or something else on my mind, but I woke up in such panic and terror last night from a hideous dream about my sister that I not only wept over it, but I asked Brian to turn on the closet light and switch sides of the bed with me so that I felt safer when I finally did fall back to sleep. It was awful. To make matters worse, what occurred in my mind took place in the very room I share with Brian while we sleep every night. I was filled to the veins in fear by even being in there when I woke up, let alone falling back to sleep. The nightmare was perverse, wicked, haunting, and entirely (and quite embarassingly) unexplainable. So strange that something that malevolent would snake its way into my mind after a perfectly wonderful weekend. I will never understand the way my subconscious mind works. In fact, I don't think I want to understand it.
After finally waking up late morning, having slept off the drinks and with the night air still in my lungs, tossing aside the multi-colored paper flyers that lie beside my purse and shoes; I might gather up a dress I've worn and press it to my face, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of the night before. And if, perhaps, I had worn a sweater or a wrap, I might toss it on over what I would wear that day after, just to allow the fragrance of last night's perfume to linger, making the dark purple and strobe white moments last just a little longer...
Wow.
I honestly could not have asked for a better weekend or to have spent it in better, more illustrious company. I have been reminded of what things feel like when they are perfect. This brings me so much hope. I can't imagine that things could possibly get even more beautiful, but I know now that it is entirely possible.
After a quick trip to the beauty supply, and $60 dropped on BedHead products, I sprung for a cheap but purpose-serving lunch for the two of us, then Shane and I headed downtown for the garment district. We were completely successful in finding the most exquisite fabrics for the gown. It gives me chills to handle these fabric swatches. I was even complimented by an older woman on my refined tastes just after my purchase. The buying experience was a pleasure in every conceivable way. And, of course, my beautiful assistant and partner in crime, Shane, is always the best companion. He even told me a story on our way home, about the origins of the bridal veil. Beautiful and romantic, and very sweet of him to tell it.
Before returning home, I managed to find several gorgeous black frilly things to choose from to wear to that evening's "symphony". I bought two blouses, one in black voile and another in a substantial, clingy fabric - both very gypsy/Victorian-inspired. One has flyaway sleeves and the other is a sweet, gathered, elasticized puff sleeve and collar. I found a camisole, thong, and boy-short set made of very fine, very soft micromesh with tiny lettuce edging. I LOVE this. I also found a black short skirt that fits like a dream, and is detailed in black satin ribbon on the sides, and a pair of black, slinky, flat front pants with slits at the seam and an invisible zipper. I wore these yesterday, slung low, beneath a black mesh slipdress with a soft pink lining, and tiny pink rosebuds on the lingerie straps. Really sweet. The best find had to have been some very sexy aubergine satin strappy heels. They're Espirit shoes, which makes them only about $45 - $50, but I snagged them for $8. I am a woman who LOVES a sale. The prettiest find was a gorgeous, antique pink, glass cameo with rhinestones. It's a pendant and a pin in one. Hee!
Speaking of sales, while waiting for my date to arrive at the Knitting Factory, I wandered into an adjacent bookstore that seemed to be going out of business, like so many other retail shops that continue to meet their demise at the cursed Galaxy center on Hollywood Blvd.
I used to work in a silver, leather shop that was once located there. This was back when I first moved to this godforsaken shithole. The business had to relocate to the Venice boardwalk in order to make some real money. It's thriving now, of course. Anyway, so inside the bookstore I found a huge, heavy, decadent coffee table book entitled I Do... 100 Years of Wedding Fashion. Half price. Needless to say, the book is now in my possession. It's so amazing.
After enjoying my first White Russian of the night, and a brief but pleasant encounter with a couple of Live Journal regulars (my shyness kicked in), I took my place in line and Shane and Nicki arrived within minutes. Rasputina were divine. The George Sara Trio opened with a handful of Enigma-styled pieces performed by three women and a DJ. A violin, a viola, and a cello backed by modernized dance beats. Very nice as openers. I couldn't help but wish Heather could have been there, too.
Rasputina - typically three beautiful, female cellists draped in the finest Victorian dressing gowns, corsets, and underpinnings - were only two, (which was never explained) and accompanied by a very capable male drummer who reminded me of Ryan in many ways. Melora, with her quirkiness and strange humor, was also brilliant and fiery, and her bow paid dearly, with fine white horsetail hair flying every which way and being torn from the edges between songs . It was gorgeous.
I was able to briefly meet the acquaintance of Nicki's beau, Angel, and several of her friends at the show. Angel was charming, and gorgeous, and everything Nicki had been gushing about the night before. The two of them are lovely together. Colorful, eccentric, and perfect. One can only hope the best for two people who are so obviously predestined in the stars. My fingers and my heart are crossed for them both.
As an additional treat, we were given the gift of a "secret" midnight show at Bar Sinister afterwards, which was lovely, although by this time, I was totally inebriated. Consuming six or seven very strong White Russians over a period of a few hours will do that to a girl.
Shane connected with a very sweet someone who was new in town at the Knitting Factory, so the three of us followed the Rasputinas to the club, and enjoyed the rest of the evening surrounded by gothic naughtiness and haughtiness. Delicious.
Speaking of delicious, I was also treated to my first taste of Absinthe, courtesy of Shane, who promised me the experience of the entire Absinthe ritual at the wedding. It was sweet, and tasted of black licorice and of wicked herbs. It tasted like an old soul. Like the essence of a ghost. As if I were partaking in a chilled glass of cloudy, lime green ancient history. I look forward to doing it the old fashioned way, with strainer and sugar cube and the anticipation of hallucinations if too much is consumed.
Although I found myself fending off the unwanted advances of a very horny 21 year old, (whom I later dubbed Wiener Boy), Shane and his new friend were getting [it] on famously, so following the just-after-midnight performance, the three of us decided to call it a night. It was something so enjoyable to be near two of my oldest, closest, most trusted friends that I have made a pact with myself to be sure that those times occur on a much more frequent basis from now on. Special occasions are wonderful, so why not have lots of them?
Sunday with Brian and the family was warm and relaxed, although I was still reeling a bit from the hangover. I did find the ribbons I was still missing for the gown so I will need to drop those off at the House of Nicki and Shane. I was also able to snare another killer deal on a verdigris metal wire "birdcage" with ivy and butterflies made of the same green metal. We'll use this as a decorative drop box for wedding cards, notes from the guests, and gift certificates. Half price. Hoo Hoo!
I don't know if it was the coffee I had on our way home from Huntington last night, or something else on my mind, but I woke up in such panic and terror last night from a hideous dream about my sister that I not only wept over it, but I asked Brian to turn on the closet light and switch sides of the bed with me so that I felt safer when I finally did fall back to sleep. It was awful. To make matters worse, what occurred in my mind took place in the very room I share with Brian while we sleep every night. I was filled to the veins in fear by even being in there when I woke up, let alone falling back to sleep. The nightmare was perverse, wicked, haunting, and entirely (and quite embarassingly) unexplainable. So strange that something that malevolent would snake its way into my mind after a perfectly wonderful weekend. I will never understand the way my subconscious mind works. In fact, I don't think I want to understand it.
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