No Fun for you/or/What a klutzy Tart you are
Sunday morning...waiting for coffee to brew, listening to Paul Oakenfold's 'Requiem for a Dream' off of Great Wall ....
I am such a friggin' klutz!!!!
So I go out to the party. It was just getting dark by the time I left (didn't want to scare the neighbors) *laughs* hell I wanted to bring something to the party but I didn't dare walk into my local market looking like I did....
By the time I arrived, it was pretty dark outside. Parked, got out of my car, started walking to the house. Didn't notice there was a huge pot-hole-like hole in the sidewalk and my heel got caught in it and boom, I went down, twisting my ankle and really banging up my knees - those fishnets really weren't much protection against the concrete....
There I was bleeding and with what was becoming rapidly, a sprained ankle. I knew I could not walk into to the party like that let alone be on that foot all evening (I could feel it swelling up) - so back to my car I hobbled - (thank Goddess none of my friends spotted me) - and home I went.
Apologies all around will be forthcoming. Dambit!!! I really wanted to go to that party!!!! I suppose if I could have been carried up to the party by strong Vicars, bearing yours truly on a stretcher and fed grapes, etc., that would have been cool.
^_^
For the more curious of you - what I was wearing:
A cream coloured, long sleeved, low-cut,laced-up top (you could see the curve of my breasts through the parting in the lacing - push up cream coloured bra underneath this top), a dark fuschia coloured, suede-looking skirt with slits up the sides, black fishnet hosiery, black high-heeled boots and a denim long duster coat over the whole ensemble. Make up was gothic-esque, hair was wild and curly, jewelry: a black choker and a ruby-rhinestone encrusted gothic cross necklace and dangly earrings. I looked good - even if I do say so myself...
Perhaps I should write the girls over at blogs like Postmodern Courtesan or Belle de Jour - how to deal with such situations (*laughs*) (I HIGHLY doubt they go out actually DRESSED like Tarts) - in fact I really have to laugh too at the idea of a bunch of women dressed in hooker-like costumes and men as vicars/bishops descending on my friends house - if the party was a success, it must have been quite a site.
Ah well..better luck next time....
I am such a friggin' klutz!!!!
So I go out to the party. It was just getting dark by the time I left (didn't want to scare the neighbors) *laughs* hell I wanted to bring something to the party but I didn't dare walk into my local market looking like I did....
By the time I arrived, it was pretty dark outside. Parked, got out of my car, started walking to the house. Didn't notice there was a huge pot-hole-like hole in the sidewalk and my heel got caught in it and boom, I went down, twisting my ankle and really banging up my knees - those fishnets really weren't much protection against the concrete....
There I was bleeding and with what was becoming rapidly, a sprained ankle. I knew I could not walk into to the party like that let alone be on that foot all evening (I could feel it swelling up) - so back to my car I hobbled - (thank Goddess none of my friends spotted me) - and home I went.
Apologies all around will be forthcoming. Dambit!!! I really wanted to go to that party!!!! I suppose if I could have been carried up to the party by strong Vicars, bearing yours truly on a stretcher and fed grapes, etc., that would have been cool.
^_^
For the more curious of you - what I was wearing:
A cream coloured, long sleeved, low-cut,laced-up top (you could see the curve of my breasts through the parting in the lacing - push up cream coloured bra underneath this top), a dark fuschia coloured, suede-looking skirt with slits up the sides, black fishnet hosiery, black high-heeled boots and a denim long duster coat over the whole ensemble. Make up was gothic-esque, hair was wild and curly, jewelry: a black choker and a ruby-rhinestone encrusted gothic cross necklace and dangly earrings. I looked good - even if I do say so myself...
Perhaps I should write the girls over at blogs like Postmodern Courtesan or Belle de Jour - how to deal with such situations (*laughs*) (I HIGHLY doubt they go out actually DRESSED like Tarts) - in fact I really have to laugh too at the idea of a bunch of women dressed in hooker-like costumes and men as vicars/bishops descending on my friends house - if the party was a success, it must have been quite a site.
Ah well..better luck next time....
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