It felt so weird!
First, there were the clothes. The combination of multi-layer thick cotton briefs and loose fitting pants puts an enormous amout of material between your legs. It's like walking around in a diaper!
And with no purse, everything you want to have with you has to go into pockets. Even just a few things cause these big lumps that shift around when you walk, and you definitely can't carry anything that you absolutely don't need. And a wallet is a complete pain in the a--, literally! How do guys sit on these things?
Oh, and then there are the shoes! Long and wide, big and flat, they feel like you're wearing swim fins! There is no way to be poised nor graceful walking around in swim fins!
I couldn't get rid of my OPI "Royal Flush Blush" manicure but, when necessary, I tried to keep my hands from showing too much.
As it turned out, by the time we arrived at the event in Hollywood, about a half an hour from home, I had to use the restroom. I didn't hesitate as I marched right through the door marked "Mens." It was cleaner than I expected, but as quiet as an undiscovered tomb! No chatter, no giggling, no subtly eyeing each other at the mirror over the sink (there is no separate mirror for checking your hair, etc.). It was all about avoiding eye contact and keeping heads down. Very strange and hostile feeling.
I kinda settled into the role, trying to remember things like "keep your legs apart" (not that hard with all of the bulk between my legs). And all in all it seemed to go pretty well.
We had an opportunity to spend a little time with Debbie Reynolds. She is as beautiful, as vivacious, and as funny as ever.
A couple of the things she said, "At my age, while I live in Burbank, my boobs live in San Pedro!"
And, telling a story about a director she really didn't like working with, "So one day the crew ran over him with a camera, a really big one on a dolly. I thought it was really sweet of them."
All in all, a very delightful evening. I may try it again sometime!
Hugs,
Persephone.