When NOT to wear pretty shoes - an advice, shopping, and flying thread.

[Christie ann]

still waiting for a picture of that "Kathi" smile from the show floor

[SamanthaS]

Great story! Now, where are the "Freakn" pics WOMAN?

[SuzanneBender]

Kathi I wish you would give us the details. Stop holding back girl.

You look so happy and radiant in your pictures. As Sara so eloquently puts it a "perfect moment of being." You have wetted my appetite to fly pretty again. I would, but somehow I don't think it would go over as I jump on the helicopter or check in for the freedom flight come leave time.

Its always so much fun to be out in the world just being you and I must admit you always do it so well. I love your attitude when others question your gender. Gender has nothing to do with it you are just simply you. Thanks for sharing and I am looking forward to your next update.

[JamieG]

Thanks for the story, Kathi. You make it all sound so easy. I wish I had the confidence to just get out there in public and express my femme self like you do. So far attending a TG conference and a private TG party at a bar are the closest I've come. Oh, and trying clothes on in a T-friendly consignment store. But that's it. Please keep sharing your stores, and maybe I'll get jealous enough that I'll just have to try it myself! ;-)

[Christina Horton]

Good to here for you again. As I normally do I scrolled down the page just glancing to see it you have continued your story and you did so I read . I would love to fly dressed but I don't for two reasons. I have no money to take time off work and two , I have no place to go. Would I fly dressed...HELL YES. I would not even think twice about it. I am like you in the way that were almost fearless with it comes to going out into the world. You need to FLY up to Vancouver one day and spend the whole time here and I'll Show you around in my 1980 Corvette. So come on up here or send me a ticket so I can fly there and we can go shopping lol . I hope to read all about it and how you walked up to your Booth and said "Hi guys how is things going without me!" LOL I know you won't but can you imagine how much fun that would be .

[cindym5_04]

WOW!! What a story! I can't wait to hear more adventures from the rest of the week!!

[NV Susan]

[SIZE="4"]OMG Kathi, I so much enjoyed your story and pictures. After living in Vegas for 12 years I miss it so much.
I'm glad you are at the Wynn as it's such a wonderful hotel. Have you had any luck in the casino, or have you been stuck at the convention center too much to find time to gamble. I always had fun gambling en femme, and I seamed to win more often when dressed.
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[Daenna Paz]

[SIZE="4"]The smiles say it all ... [/SIZE]

[Kate Lynn]

In 08 while changing flights at Denver airport,I learned,don't try to hurry to a gate in heels,hurry to the gate in flats,take flats to change into if having to run across the entire terminal to catch a flight,if that made you chuckle,you should have heard the TSA guys rude comment that got him fired.

[Christina Horton]

,if that made you chuckle,you should have heard the TSA guys rude comment that got him fired.

what was it?

[Michelle.M]

Wow, Kathi, this is the BEST story! Makes me want to pack my lipstick and buy a ticket to Vegas right now!

[Rachel Morley]

Wow! ... what an adventure! I really enjoyed reading it. Love the pix too. I'm looking forward to the next installment

[Kathi Lake]

. . . where are the "Freakn" pics WOMAN?

Pics of me at CES? Not sure I'm gonna do that. Maybe Sunday, when the crowds are diminished. For other pictures, scroll up to post #18.

Gender has nothing to do with it you are just simply you.

I don't know how to be anything/anyone else, and I'm kinda good at it, so why change?

Gender is irrelevant. Sex is irrelevant. What is relevant is, as Sara wonderfully put it, that moment of "being." No matter how my feet hurt. No matter how self-conscious I was, being out among the people dressed exactly as I wanted to be (and it was a double-whammy - not only was I flying dressed as a woman, but I was in a skirt as well! ). How could I be anything but happy. Was it fulfilling my destiny or something else quite so earth-shattering? No. But those "normal" little moments of being, where you are doing what you feel you were meant to do, are enough for me. Thank you for the 'radiant' comment as well, as one woman told me once after I downplayed my appearance, "You may not feel beautiful on the outside, but you radiate beauty and grace and happiness from deep inside of you. I'm glad the camera captured a little bit of that.

I wish I had the confidence to just get out there in public and express my femme self like you do.

Jamie, you most certainly do! Everyone has the confidence inside of them, you just need to let go of what is holding you back - doubt, fear, worry, and more. Once you realize that the world will not end if someone snickers at you, and the pressure to be who you are is more than the pressure to conform, you can and will get out there.

[SIZE="4"]. . . or have you been stuck at the convention center too much to find time to gamble.[/SIZE]

Oh. My. Gosh! What a strenuous few days this has been! To bed at one or two, up at six, on your feet all day, and then do it again. Sigh.

[SIZE="4"]The smiles say it all ... [/SIZE]

As I've said before, what's not to smile about?

I'm looking forward to the next installment

We'll see when I have time for a next installment. Right now, it's time for this girl to get to bed. I will relate one thing, though. Last year, we had some professional presenters in our booth. Thinking that I would never see them again, I showed them pictures of me, and told them of how much fun I had dressing. Well, sure enough, they are both here this year as well. The main presenter greeted me with a "Hello, beautiful!" when she saw me (luckily, out of earshot of the rest of my people). The other presenter and I didn't have much time to talk today until the show was winding down. I remarked to her about our "booth babes' attire this year - slinky cocktail dresses and cute high heels. I guess I had forgotten how much I had told her about Kathi last year, and I mentioned how much pain they must be in at the end of a day in killer heels. She said, "Well, most men wouldn't know, but if I remember right, you are pretty well acquainted with heels, right? I remember your gorgeous pictures from last year. Do you still dress up?" I told her that yes, I certainly did, and in fact I flew to Vegas dressed this time. Her eyes brightened and she seemed incredulous. She asked me how the experience was, and I told her that it was fun, but painful, and related my feelings that even if an outfit is really, really cute with the 4-inch stilettos, it may not be the best travel outfit. She told me next time to just pack some flats in my carryon, so I'll be ready, and that when traveling to a place that is paying her to be glamorous, she was more prone to wearing a hoody and jeans on the flight than anything. I told her that sounded more comfortable, but not nearly as much fun. She said that I was such a princess - which is what she and her friends called a woman that likes dressing up for the sake of being frilly and girly. Heh. Guilty!

She asked a few more questions about what I do when I go out - do I go out by myself? With other guys? With other girls? What did I do? I told her that I mostly went shopping. Her eyes got real big and she said, "Oh my gosh - I never realized it - you have to spend twice as much money as other women ("you don't mind me calling you a woman, do you" she said, with a touch on my arm. Mind? Ha! ). You have to buy men's and women's clothes! I agreed that it was a bit more expensive, but that the extra shopping I got to do made it totally worth it. She laughed at that and said, Wow, you really are a woman."

Later, I showed her a picture that was on my Facebook account (the closeup above of me sitting and smiling). I just showed it to her for a few seconds, and tried to change the website before anyone else saw it. She said, "Wait a minute! I want to see it better." After studying it for awhile, she said that I really looked pretty (I think a show attendee heard it, because he looked at her and then at me with a funny expression) and that I looked really, really happy. We talked a bit more, and it was time for me to close up the booth.

So, I will post more as I get the time. I hope this has been a fun post for you. It sure has been a fun time so far for me!



Kathi

[Sara Jessica]

Alright, I'm getting way behind here. I better start with this fresh post and work my way back, or around and about, as I have time to do justice to a reply.

Thank you for the 'radiant' comment as well, as one woman told me once after I downplayed my appearance, "You may not feel beautiful on the outside, but you radiate beauty and grace and happiness from deep inside of you. I'm glad the camera captured a little bit of that.

This reminds me of those people who have cameras which are supposed to capture ghostly apparitions which of course means you have clearly ascended to yet another level of TG nirvana. This is where the camera is able to capture something as subtle as grace, as captivating as inner beauty. Anyone can put on the trappings of femininity in hopes of achieving a beautiful result but to truly radiate...yes, that's something that does shine through in your pictures, not to mention in your words as you describe these interactions.

Last year, we had some professional presenters in our booth. Thinking that I would never see them again, I showed them pictures of me, and told them of how much fun I had dressing. Well, sure enough, they are both here this year as well.

(the thought which comes to mind comes through in the voice of our friend Veronica M...)

Don't even think otherwise, of course we all knew you'd see them again!!!


And it's really a lesson for all of us. You present as yourself. You are open within the parameters that you feel comfortable with (and even beyond those lines at times). And you are honest. Disclosure to a number of people has never once caused the world to explode.

That said, I was reading on in hopes of seeing that you and your reacquainted friend would be hitting the town, or at least the mall, at some point before your trip is done.

[Rachel Morley]

She said that I was such a princess - which is what she and her friends called a woman that likes dressing up for the sake of being frilly and girly. Heh. Guilty!

I told her that I mostly went shopping. Her eyes got real big and she said, "Oh my gosh - I never realized it - you have to spend twice as much money as other women ("you don't mind me calling you a woman, do you" she said, with a touch on my arm. Mind? Ha! ). You have to buy men's and women's clothes! I agreed that it was a bit more expensive, but that the extra shopping I got to do made it totally worth it. She laughed at that and said, Wow, you really are a woman."

Hi Kathy,

This is the sort of stuff I absolutely love reading! Candid honest accounts of how you interacted with others and what they said back to you. I can just imagine how it was talking with this GG. Awesome! Thanks for sharing.

Rachel

[Kathi Lake]

This is the sort of stuff I absolutely love reading! Candid honest accounts of how you interacted with others and what they said back to you.

Well then, stay tuned. After I eat, I will relate my day. Apparently, she woke up at around 4 a.m. with lots of questions about me running through her head. It was a fun day! I'll update soon.

Kathi

[VeronicaMoonlit]

First off, for those of you expecting a shopping thread, this may not be your cup of caffeinated-beverage-of-choice. Ah well, I'll get there as 2011 sure looks filled with promise so far!

Excellent, must have Kathi Shopping posts in 2011.

So, after asking me what look I was going for today (my reply? ". . . this is probably not what you hear from most guys - make me pretty!" ).

Ha! You know, I've never had a makeover, but if I do, I will use the same voice I use when I see a cute kitty: "Kitty!" and say "Make Pretty!"

We used my normal Smashbox Camera-Ready foundation, with a new primer - Smashbox's Photo Finish Targeted Pore & Line Primer. It, along with my recent laser work, had the girls there "ooohing" and "ahhhing" at my newly-pretty smooth skin.

Pretty!

She asked me if I was in my new house, where I was going looking so pretty, and told me that, to her, it seemed that I got prettier and more feminine each time I stopped in. Awwwwww. aren't friends - especially the little white lie-telling ones - great?!

That might not be a lie, as you grow more in tune with yourself, you ARE probalby becoming prettier and feminine.

I walked up to the front where one of them said, "That's it! Get this girl a name tag. She's hired!"

Depends on you makeup skills. :-) Lancome SA's say I should be doing their job. :-)

and my friend blurted out, "Oh yeah! You can't go out there just looking like a pretty girl. You have to smell like a pretty girl, too!"

They're right!

She smiled at me, and said that she really liked the difference, and said that if I had the choice, I should dress this way much more often as it "really suited me."

She's right...MUCH more often.

She said, "Women's, right?" and seemed pleased when I said yes. We tried on about two dozen, and finally settled on a pair that looked cute on me as a woman, but could do double-duty when I was in male mode.

That's the way to go.

I drove to the Skycap first, hauled out my suitcase (which seemed almost too heavy for me - must be the skirt and heels sapping my strength - Samson-style! ),

Heels change your balance and thusly the amount of leverage and force you can apply easily.

She said she finally decided that I was a man, but a very pretty one. I laughed at that and it was our turn to go through the metal detector.

It would be more accurate to say that you're a woman on the inside who disguises herself as a man most of the time.

As she watched me put my necklace back on and fix my hair, she said, "Wow! You've done this a lot, haven't you? You really have the feminine mannerisms and attitude down. Good for you! This world needs more people willing to do what they think is right, and not others." I thanked her and said that I was just me, and it was the only person I knew how to be.

Good for you!

On the way back to my seat, I heard a "Miss!" directed at me. I turned, smile at the ready, and raised my eyebrows in a questioning "How can I help you?" The lady said, "Never mind. Thank you!" and turned to her friend and said "Told you!" Her friend just said, "wowwww."

That would have ticked me off, the whole "ask the transperson a question about the time or whatnot so you can hear the voice to clock them better" is just rude.

They're a simple pair of BCBG classic pumps. I love them because they're not too pointy, not too rounded. They're a pebbled black (I never really liked patent), and have about a 4-inch stiletto heel. They're my main go-to shoes as they go with about any look from casual under jeans to my dressy skirts and dresses.

This is what you need:

http://www.anntaylor.com/p-20787.shtml

or these:

http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3114289?...:referralID=NA

Or the Nine West Nuncio's if you want an in-between heel:

http://www.zappos.com/nine-west-nuncio-black-leather

Finally, the question has to be asked; Overall, was this a good day, and was Kathi a happy girl? See for yourself:

Kathi

Yes, you look very happy...and pretty.

Well, how 'bout this: I got up, went to CES for a few hours (if your definition of "a few" is more like 16 hours - it's so much raw, unadulterated fun swapping out a kernel and Samba on a device that is supposed to be "production-ready" two weeks ago ),

Why it should be easy! just telnet into it and

apt-get install ./foo.deb

You look so happy and radiant in your pictures. As Sara so eloquently puts it a "perfect moment of being."

What she said.

Gender is irrelevant. Sex is irrelevant.

You will be assimilated.

Thinking that I would never see them again, I showed them pictures of me, and told them of how much fun I had dressing. Well, sure enough, they are both here this year as well.

Ha ha ha ha...I knew you would see them again. Mind powers....I am the eye in the sky, maker of rules...I can read your mind. I'm so happy you get to hang out with them again.

The main presenter greeted me with a "Hello, beautiful!" when she saw me (luckily, out of earshot of the rest of my people).

:-)

The other presenter and I didn't have much time to talk today until the show was winding down. I remarked to her about our "booth babes' attire this year - slinky cocktail dresses and cute high heels.

Ooooh!

I guess I had forgotten how much I had told her about Kathi last year,

I hadn't. :-p You told her everything!

I told her that sounded more comfortable, but not nearly as much fun. She said that I was such a princess - which is what she and her friends called a woman that likes dressing up for the sake of being frilly and girly. Heh. Guilty!

So true!

Her eyes got real big and she said, "Oh my gosh - I never realized it - you have to spend twice as much money as other women ("you don't mind me calling you a woman, do you" she said, with a touch on my arm. Mind? Ha! ).

Mind? Ha! You know you could increase the amount of money for the pretty by simply not buying mens clothes. :-)

She laughed at that and said, Wow, you really are a woman."

She's right! Yes, she shall be my accomplice in the cheerleading of you.

This is where the camera is able to capture something as subtle as grace, as captivating as inner beauty. Anyone can put on the trappings of femininity in hopes of achieving a beautiful result but to truly radiate...yes, that's something that does shine through in your pictures, not to mention in your words as you describe these interactions.

You is smart. :-) and very insightful.

(the thought which comes to mind comes through in the voice of our friend Veronica M...)

Don't even think otherwise, of course we all knew you'd see them again!!!

ha ha ha ha! you know me (and Kathi) so well.

That said, I was reading on in hopes of seeing that you and your reacquainted friend would be hitting the town, or at least the mall, at some point before your trip is done.

Yes! You MUST go shopping AS KATHI with one or both of them.

Veronica

[brmacea]

Kathi,
What a pleasure it is to read about your adventures. Have you thought about a career in writing? The humor and confidence, the positive attitude are all so great. The forum is so lucky to have you. Thanks. Long live the Princess!

[Kathi Lake]

That might not be a lie, as you grow more in tune with yourself, you ARE probably becoming prettier and more feminine.

A true possibility, and one I hadn't thought of. Gulp!

Heels change your balance and thusly the amount of leverage and force you can apply easily.

You are such a geek! (You're welcome. )

It would be more accurate to say that you're a woman on the inside who disguises herself as a man most of the time.

That is an apt description. I have some reservations on admitting to it, of course, but, . . .

. . . the whole "ask the transperson a question about the time or whatnot so you can hear the voice to clock them better" is just rude.

Honestly? It was her friend's reaction I took with me. The "I told you so" lady? Don't care about her, didn't remember her slight, and honestly couldn't care less. Her friend's reaction - first for actually thinking that I was a woman until proven wrong, and second for the impressed/incredulous/pleased tone of her "woowwwwww" rather than a dismissive one - is the reaction that I will remember.

Have you thought about a career in writing?

Oy! That's all I need - another career!

No, I am quite happy writing my occasional extra-long posts here. Who needs to be published when you are always assured that your friends are reading?



I'm not sure when I'll write more. I'd like to post about my interactions with the ladies at my booth over the last few days, but to be honest, I can seriously hardly keep my eyes open. I am wiped out. For me, that says much as with my freaky metabolism, I can usually go, go, go, until the end of time. Sigh. Another time, perhaps. Right now, it's time to take my makeup off and head to bed. Nite, all!

Kathi

[Kathi Lake]

Wow, here I am at the gate in Vegas, so my post won't be as long as others (Careful! I can hear you scoffing!)

How can I possibly distill the last few days' worth of interactions with the ladies in my booth? There were questions aplenty, thoughtful, honest answers, and acceptance abounding. Below are just some of the questions asked, any my responses;

So, how did you decide when to tell your kids? Do they know? I told her that my oldest son knew, and told her this story. I said my other kids don't know (to my knowledge), but their own circumstances would determine if and when they are told.

What do you do for, you know (motions to her breasts), your boobs?I told her of my experience with the mastectomy supply store, and all the fun that entailed!

I will add to this post later, as I just realized that I am at the wrong gate. Wow, you'd think my wig was blond, or something!



Kathi

[Dahlia T]

This is so much fun reading, don't stop now. I think we are all waiting for the next installment of the Adventures of Kathi in the Land of Vegas. I know I keep coming back, looking for something new. You must keep feeding us.

[jjjjohanne]

Kathi,
I had some similar experiences on my flight. The security line was 10-15 minutes of weaving back and forth. People were free to stare at me and nudge their travel buddies. Everyone was nice, but I felt rather on the spot. The long walk to my gate was easier, but I am sure I walked past 200 people or more. I tried in all of these circumstances to mind my own business and not even look around. I tried to act like I was wearing my man-pants. Later, in the shuttle bus to the parking lot, I helped a mom with a toddler melting down as well. He was producing the tired cry. The dad was on the phone. Mom was embarrassed and tired. I was across the aisle from them. I had expressed some understanding to the mom. Then, I made a few silly faces at the boy. As a toddler will do when a stranger says, "Hello," he calmed down and leaned on his mom. His mom and I spoke very briefly about his age. I was a bit concerned that the parents might not appreciate me interacting with their child at all. But they treated me like I was, a normal person with clothes on.

[Kathi Lake]

. . . You must keep feeding us.

Well then, belly on up to the trough! Here's some more.

. . . But they treated me like I was, a normal person with clothes on.

Well, that is because you are a normal person, and I'm sure your attitude showed it. Also, you must tell us of your adventure as well!

Well, I made it back to Salt lake alive after an exhausting, busy, exhilarating, fun week. I did make it to my plane on time, even though the gate I was at was totally on the opposite side of the airport from where I thought it was. So, where were we? Oh yeah, the questions! I'll post the questions from both of them, in no particular order. Let's continue;

So, do you and your wife ever go out with you dressed up? I told her that my wife's acceptance level fluctuated from the rare seemingly total acceptance, "That looks cute on you!" to tired grudging acceptance "Oh, you're still doing that?" I said that for the most part, she preferred that I keep it "out of her face" as much as possible. She asked why, as she saw my dressing as a simple expression of who I was. She said that she didn't judge by what was on the outside, but what was inside, and she said she knew that I was a wonderful - and beautiful - person even from her few interactions from me. I thanked her, but said, "Think about this; You come home and your husband has just had a nice hot scented bubble bath where he had shaved all of his body hair off, plucked his eyebrows, did his nails, makeup and hair, had attached artificial breasts, was wearing a beautiful dress and killer heels - ready to go out shopping. What would you think then?" She thought about it and agreed that it would certainly be harder to deal with than she thought. She said that my wife must be a wonderful woman to still love and accept me (she is!), but she said as a woman, that she knew that although this might affect my wife at times, that deep down she knew that she must care and respect me utterly, not only for the person I was, but the fact that she has stayed with me for so long.

Have you ever had any problems from men going out? I said other than some stares, and a few laughs and "Hey baby!" jabs thrown my way, that no one has ever paid much attention to me. I told her how I felt in the airport when I saw men (and women) 'checking me out' or staring. She said, "Remember, I saw your pictures, they weren't staring at you because they thought you were a guy (and here she touched my arm for emphasis), they were checking you out because you were a pretty girl. Welcome to the club, gorgeous! You have a fantastic body - much better than mine (Lies. All lies!), pretty hair and a cute face - so you'd better get used to it" Now that is hard to wrap my head around. I saw my pictures as well. It is still so hard to look in the mirror and not see a guy staring back. I see me - imperfections aplenty.

Are you attracted to men at all? Have you ever, . . . you know, . . . I told her that I was attracted exclusively to women - my wife, in particular, and had no desire to be any other way.

If you could, would you ever want to be a woman? Ah yes, that question. I told them that at my core, I sometimes felt that I almost was a woman - at least as much as I could possibly understand, being raised as a guy. They said that they could definitely tell - even without my 'perfect' eyebrows, smooth skin, and great nails - they just knew there was something different about me. One chimed in and said, "I think you're the only guy here that isn't constantly staring at my chest. You actually want to get to know me - and I respect that." I told them that I would most likely never 'transition (I explained what that term meant, when I saw their brows furrow), as I felt that what I would gain would be mean much less to me than what I would lose. I told them that I was me - and that was good enough.

There were more questions, like what brands of makeup I liked (Smashbox, Too Faced, Stila, Urban Decay, etc.), when I started wearing it (my mom's old cake mascara - around 1970 or so), who taught me (earlier, it was me and some girlfriends. Lately, my Ulta friends have helped me get better), did girlfriends ever dress me up (plenty), did I ever get makeovers in public (yup!), favorite fashions, stores, and much, much more! As I said, it was a wonderful time, and I hope to go back next year. I doubt that I'll get to go shopping with them as the main presenter pretty much relaxes in her hotel room at night, and the other one lives locally and goes home to take care of her husband and five year-old. Still, the friendship and acceptance I have had from these women has been priceless.

Now, I'll quickly go over what else went on the last few days;

Thursday was the night of our company party. Obviously, I didn't go dressed, as I came from the booth, and no one knows about Kathi - nor should they. Friday, I decided to go shopping, so I went back, shaved, did my hair and makeup and went for a quick trip out. I wore my baby Phat jeans (oddly, very flattering, as they're made for someone with much more 'junk in the trunk' than I have ), and a red turtleneck with my typical BGBG 4" pumps. I went to the same White House | Black Market that I did last time, but instead of walking all the way, decided to valet park at the Miracle Mile shops. It's kind of cool to have your door opened for you and girlishly slide out of the car to the looks of others. The lady that was so helpful last time wasn't in that night, but the women that were there were still eagerly helpful. Hey, a sale is a sale, right? I tried on a few things, but oddly enough, nothing caught my eye enough to pay for. Most of the collection out now is targeted to Spring/resort wear. They told me that they have a lot of new classic and cute office wear coming soon, so be sure to stop by in a week or so (oh, I will - believe me! ).

I walked around the mall to, again, a confusing lack of stares. People would look at me and then go about their business. Gotta love Vegas, where the men are men - and so are the women!

Saturday, I was going to paint the town red. I had brought the perfect outfit and everything - perfect Vegas chic (a black pair of classy leggings, and a new top that was form-fitting on the bottom, but blousy on top in a pretty and wild print), but I was just too tired by the time I got back to the room. Right after I left the show, I stopped off and got a manicure since I had grown my nails quite long. I walked in and asked if there was time for a walk-in. She said "Full set? Sure! We have time, as long as you're gonna do acrylic and not gel." I told them that is was just a shape and polish. She said, "No problem! Sit down, sweetie!" and started to work on my nails. The lady on my right wasn't too chatty, but the gorgeous girl on my left - she was a Chatty Cathy (actually, Chatty Caterina, as she had arrived from Russia a few years back). She was getting acrylics done, but kept commenting on my nails, saying she wished she had pretty nails like me. I told her to maybe take a break from the acrylics every now and then, and let her nails strengthen. She agreed, but said they got so brittle. I reminded her that she lived in a desert, and especially in the winter, nails needed lots of care. She agreed, and said that acrylics were easier.

Later, when we were both under the UV table, we talked more about what she liked to do, and what clubs she liked to go to. She named a few clubs, and said that she really like sushi. She then looked at me in that way, and said what she was really in the mood for was a few rolls and a roll, with a flirty smile. Wow, how direct. I knew exactly what kind of 'roll' she meant, and quickly deflected it by asking if she was able to find nice guys in the clubs. She crinkled her nose and said that Vegas had no nice guys. I wanted to tell her to maybe set her standards a bit higher, but left it unsaid. With her nails dry, and knowing that I wasn't going to be her sugar-daddy to the clubs tonight and 'a roll and a roll', she left with a touch on my shoulder and a "stay beautiful!"

When my polish was dry, I gingerly fished my keys out of my pocket (Dang! I usually fish my keys out when I pay and before polish). Since I had spent a lot of time under the UV lamp, my polish stayed intact. I went to my hotel room, ensuring that my fingers were wide out on display (yes, I am an exhibitionist. Why do you ask?). When I made it to my room, I shaved and sat down at the vanity, did my eyes, . . . and just flumped. I knew I couldn't possibly do much more tonight - especially dance the night away on 4-inch stilettos. Sigh. I instead called in a to-go order to Zoozacrackers - the deli downstairs - for a corned beef sandwich. I didn't feel like taking my eye makeup off right then, so I added some blush, lipstick and gloss, put in my pearl earrings, and went downstairs in 'mixed mode.' Again, I figured that any others in my company would already be whooping it up and out of the hotel, and it's Vegas. A skinny guy with prettily made-up nighttime eyes, glossy lips and earrings? Small potatoes.

I got a few odd glances, but everyone soon went about their business, and I went upstairs to eat my sandwich, have a nice long soak again with the sugar scrub/bath oil (my skin still feels soft days later!), and flump into bed. I knew that tomorrow, since I had the day off from the booth and was flying out, I would be going to the show dressed and flying home pretty. I'll tell you more about that in the next post.

Kathi

[ChanDelle]

Kathi, thanks for sharing. You look gorgeous, by the way!!!

ChanDelle

[Kathi Lake]

You look gorgeous, by the way!!!

Why thanks, ChanDelle! Your, . . . ummmm, . . . shoe . . . looks gorgeous as well. (hint, hint - get some pretty pictures - of yourself - up here, girl! )

Well, let's see if we can close this post! When we left our heroine, she was enjoying a pastrami sandwich in her room, trying not to destroy her pretty manicure. We join her now;

So, there I was - my last night in Vegas, and too pooped to go out on the town. Can you say "bummer?" Good! Can you say "Wasted opportunity?" I knew you could!

Sighing, I started packing, but chose the outfit that I would wear walking around the show the next day. Again, I would wear my Baby Phat jeans, but with my new red turtleneck and my reliable BCBG pumps - casual, but cute and chic. I went to sleep knowing that the next day would be a big adventure being seen by literally tens of thousands of people. It made me pucker for a bit, but I knew I could do it (for those of you confused on this whole 'puckering' thing - it's like this; A friend tells you that they were riding their bike and they fell off and scraped most of their elbow off on the asphalt. As you think about this, what are your nether regions doing right now in sympathy? That's puckering. ).

That night, I had a dream. For those that don't know, I am chairman of deacons at a large church nearby. We're having what I call The Absolutely Last Christmas Party Ever in late January at my house. I dreamt that I had showed up, and had forgotten that I had just had a manicure. I tried to hide my pretty hands, and even went hunting for my nail polish remover, but couldn't find it. That dream gave me pause, wondering if somehow I thought that I'd get 'caught' while walking around or flying home. Knowing that I was the only one from my company on my flight, and not being a very bright individual, I decided to go anyway.

I shaved closely, attached my forms (my, how I love that feeling!) put my clothes on, and sat down at the vanity. I did my eyes (not as dramatic as the night before, of course), primer, foundation, powder, blush, had lined and filled in my lips - was essentially in the home stretch, just missing gloss - and my phone rings; "We have a problem at the booth. We know you're not working today, but you're the only one who can help! Get here now!" Gulp!

Did the thought go through my mind to just go for it - consequences be damned - and show up as Kathi at the booth? I know the ladies I talked with throughout the week sure wanted me to! They knew I was going to be walking the show that day, and had asked me to come by the booth, saying that no one would ever recognize me. We settled on having lunch together instead. So, with a heavy heart, I removed the makeup as best I could, and the polish as well. I put on my boy jeans and a sweater, grabbed my luggage, checked out and boogied o the convention center.

When I got there, One lady looked surprised to see me, and the other looked disappointed that I wasn't dressed as Kathi. I came close to them and said, "Apparently there is a problem at the booth, and they needed me. Look closely - is all my makeup off? They looked at my face and said that the foundation was gone, but it still looked like I was wearing eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara (but your eyes look really pretty that way!), my lips were still 'sparkly' under the bright lights, and I had done a terrible job removing my polish. I shrugged my shoulders, thinking, "it is what it is." They said that they didn't think any guys would look closely enough to notice (or even know what to look for, they giggled), but to stay away from any women, as they would spot it instantly.

So, I started work on the issues in the booth. Of course, once I got it going, I was roped into giving about three press interviews since "He really knows all about the product" and about 7-9 customer demos. The ladies said I was sweet to come back and help, and were sorry I wasn't going to go home dressed. One said that at least I would be more comfortable than her, and pointed to her shoes. Every other day at the show she wore flats. I asked her why the heels (very cute, by the way), and she said that all our talks of our love of shoes made her embarrassed. She said that if I could wear stilettos around, then she certainly could. She jokingly thanked me for reminding her that she was a girl. I said good bye to both of them (I'm sure the other guys in the booth wondered why they hugged me - a lowly geek - when they were mighty marketing-types ) promising to keep in touch, and was off.

As I was leaving, the booth coordinator ran to me and thanked me profusely for helping them out. It's funny - you could tell the exact moment that she noticed the eye makeup. Her speech faltered for a moment, and I could track her eye movements going from one pretty eye to the next. I just gave her my prettiest, sparkliest smile, laid on the charm, and told her that I was happy to help, and that a geek's work was never done. Her smile seemed to say that my secret was safe, but that we would talk in the future. Gee, can't wait.

So, I stopped by Fry's (the mother of all electronics stores - really!) as my wife had asked me to pick her up some headphones for her aging iPod mini (1st generation!). As she was taking care of the kids by herself, and working an data-collection for her latest research, I thought she deserved a little treat, so I picked up one of the new iPod nanos (I gave it to her saying, "Here's your headphones - oh, there's an ipod attached to them as well." ).

I drove to the rental car place and shuttled to the airport. Once I got to the right gate (I transposed my flight number with the gate number. Doofus.), I saw two guys from my company, who were there trying to get on my earlier flight. SO, I guess it was a good thing that I didn't dress. I'm not one for believing much in dreams, but this time I probably should have listened.

Once I got my bag, the first thing I did was to get my girly jacket out of my suitcase. It was cold here in Utah! I got a few glances on the shuttle, but not nearly as many as when I fished my gloss out of my bag and applied a coat. I'm sorry, but I just love freaking people out. You get soooo many different reactions - from the baffled husband/smiling wife to the raised eyebrows of a grandfatherly type, to a young girl who took hers out, smiled at me, and freshened her lips up as well. Life is just so fun when you do what you want to do, isn't it?

Hope you enjoyed my latest adventure. Again, I hope that all of the details didn't leave your head spinning. There was soooo, sooooooo much more, but if I included them all, I would wear the letters off my keyboard.



Kathi