by Angeliska on May 29, 2009
Hello Mister Bobcat! I love your face. It looks a bit like my face
when I’ve had my snoot to the grindstone for far too long,
and am yearnin’ to don some tattered finery and tear it up.
Oh, and didn’t I just? And how! This is how my face looks
when I realize that my silk velvet 1930′s gown won’t last the night.
Good thing I wore my unmentionables, eh? Oops, I just mentioned ‘em!
I got to wear my magical hat from Mlle. Verhext before it gets too hot for it-
isn’t it just the best? It has hypnotizing powers, so watch out!
(Photo by Amelia Doublespeak, isn’t she lovely?)
We ventured out to Party Like It’s 1929- a new soiree at The Carousel Lounge,
one of my favorite spots for night-time carousing (even though it’s only open until midnight- how quaint!)
Much apricot brandy, honey whiskey and um, some absinthe was consumed throughout the course of the evening.
Dangerous! I threw caution to the wind, kicked up my heels and was very naughty indeed.
We were joined by the impossibly beautiful Ekaterina Konovalova,
who made us all swoon with her devastating hat and gloves.
I have lots of other photographs from the evening, a very few of which can be seen
on my flickr, and others which shall never see the light of day unless I one day
decide to blackmail my cohorts of the evening
(and by default, further incriminate myself!)
Honestly, I had been positively monastic (well, practically) for months,
and I just plain forgot my sense! Oh my stars did I ever pay for it the next day!
When I finally poked my tousled, bleary head out the door, the whole world was
spinning. I know you can relate (well, I truly hope you can anyhow!) because
I suppose if we never got the occasional bastard butcher of a brutal hangover,
we’d think it was perfectly alright to go around swigging apricot brandy and
destroying perfectly nice dresses all the time. Well, and some still do!
I felt like this guy all day. It was pretty pathetic. I learnt my lesson, though!
I can’t help but be reminded of one of my favorite stories by Dorothy Parker,
“You Were Perfectly Fine”, which describes the horror and humor of a nasty
hangover in equal doses. I highly recommend that you read it immediately,
and maybe afterwards, you’ll tell me a story about how you were
perfectly awful and how funny it was later, won’t you?