.....Spring Ball Trip
Thursday evening, I finished packing my luggage and photo equipment. I am to be the group photographer at the meeting called “The Spring Ball. Each attendee on Saturday evening is supposed to wear a ball gown.
.....Day one Friday
Bright and early Friday morning, I get up, put on my travel face and clothes. Nude pantie hose, Turquoise peasant blouse, a pair of black trousers, brunet wig, and black patent leather shoes with mild 1.5-inch heels.
I carry out my make-up kit, cameras, and purse. Then go back in and got my laptop which was already bagged up.
By now the sun is up and so are my noisy neighbors.
Here I was going in and out of my house fully dressed en fem.
Off I went.
I turn on my sound system and insert the prepared music flash drive into it.
Not even 5 miles out I remembered some things I needed but had left at home. Back home I go. As I am driving back home, I remembered three other things I was supposed to bring. In I go and collected the items. I was in the house less than five minutes but the school bus goes by.
Again, more time exposed to the neighbors. But I do not see anyone.
I think I got out unseen.
I stop at a fuel station to top of my tank for the 3.5-hour trip into a very big city.
I started my GPS program on my phone for the trip. I had put all the destinations into my phone days ago.
As I am driving, I keep a close eye out for everything and set the cruse control for the speed limits of the highway I was on. The route is not unknown to me but I still use the GPS just as a precaution. After about 30 minutes my route changes from four lane divided inter-state highway onto a windy two lane local roads with construction and schools areas and school buses.
I am feeling a lot more comfortable as I am driving, I am feeling female like.
As I am passing through a small town. All of a sudden, I hear a siren, Its coming from behind me. Oh shoot, I think, I’ve tripped a radar trap. I start looking for a safe place to pull over. Then the ambulance shoots by me, goes maybe five blocks and turns off. Now I am a bit rattled. I soon settle down. Two and a half hours I rejoin the Inter-state system near Atlanta, GA. Now I will say this about driving in Atlanta, if you drive the posted speed limits any hour of the day or night, you are asking to be rear ended or side swiped. Leave two car lengths between your vehicle and the one in front of you and someone else will move into that space.
I finally get to the hotel located on the north side of Atlanta. I pull up to the main entrance. There is plenty of people around, coming and going, and even a tour bus off-loading. Boy was I nervous. I have a bellhop cart those items from my car that are going up to my room.
I park my car, text DarkAnGGel (GG friend) in Nashville, TN that I was there, and walked to the main entrance of the hotel, still nervous about being stopped and called out as a MIAD, never happened.
I stopped by the front desk to pick up my room entrance card. In this hotel you need your room card even to go up or down in the elevator unless you find someone going to the same floor as yourself. Got onto the elevator with 10 other people plus the bellhop and my luggage on a cart. I get a "Good Afternoon" from one of the students from the tour bus. I reply in my nearest attempt at a female voice “Good afternoon to you too”. No looks or side comments from anyone else.
I get into my room, take off my shoes and make a couple phone calls to let the gurls (heterosexual crossdressers) that I am to have dinner with, that I was in the room.
My gurl friend, from North Carolina, tells me that I have about an hour to rest before I start to drive to the French restraint on the east side of Atlanta. I am also reminded that we have tickets to a play after dinner. I replied that I have already payed for my ticket and it is at the “Front desk”.
I put on my evening face then my evening attire consisting of; a black long-sleeved white bell-sleeved blouse (for a cool evening), a black long velvet skirt and black patent-leather 4.5-inch open toed spike heels. I text my GG friend DarkAnGGel that I was headed to the restaurant.
I drive to the restaurant. My GPS suggest a different route due to the congestion /construction /Friday rush hour traffic going home, on the interstate. The new route takes me through a couple of miles of residential housing, thus cutting out the congestion. I was starting to worry that I was lost when up pops my original route on my GPS and I was about a quarter mile from the restraint.
I was only five minutes late getting to the restaurant, had trouble at the parking garage gate.
I ordered a glass of wine and Ratatouille. The server made no weird looks etc. of us Gurls or my friend’s wife.
My friend is much more experienced at going out. The dinner was nice. We paid our tab and went to our own autos.
We drove to the Horizon theater. It is inside of an old multi-use building and seats only about 120 spectators. We are joined by another member of our group.
Come to find out, we are attending the show’s grand opening. While, very off Broadway, it was presented very well. If you are in Atlanta, GA within the next four months look up the Horizon Theater and see if “The CAKE” is showing. It is a good “Adult only” rated show. There are only 4 actors.
After the show I drive back to my hotel. Strip down climb the shower that is bigger than my total bathroom at home. Set my alarm on my phone, check in with DarkAnGGel. She is worried about this old gurl being alone in a big city. It is funny and loving that she cares about me. I, who has driven in; Berlin, Frankfort, Amsterdam, Paris, New York, Washington DC, Miami, Orlando, Chicago, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Houston, Dallas, Honolulu, Anchorage, Manila, and all over Korea just to Name a few.
I go to bed.
.....End of day one.
.....Day two Saturday
I awake before my alarm goes off.
I start my morning with a shower, do my face, put on all my undie things. Then a Red Long Skirt and a Red top with an attached Net jacket, My trusty black 1.5-inch heels with one square inch heel taps and a Brunette with dish water blond streaks shoulder length wig.
I drive the 26 minutes to the Stone Mountain Inn for breakfast and a board meeting. Filled up my fuel tank. The Inn was having air Conditioner problems.
After the meeting some 7 of the 11 members who showed up headed out for lunch. Four of us headed to the Stone Mountain Amusement park. The entrance was jut ¼ mile from the Stone Mountain inn. We enjoyed ourselves until we decided to take a walk through their bug display (super-sized models in among the plants and trees). For me, in my 1.5 Inch heels, this was a big mistake. I finished it but the gravel on top of pavement played havoc with my feet and ankles. We walked the half of a mile back to the Stone Mountain Inn.
I drove around to the back where the ball room had a service entrance. Except for the dance floor area, the ballroom floor was carpeted in a plush rug. I unloaded my photo equipment. Then I slipped of my shoes while setting up the lights and backdrop. Did some test shots. The ballroom and two bathrooms. I slipped into one bathroom and switched into my gown, two tone short haired wig, and put on my black Patent-Leather heels. During the evening one of the members nickname me ‘Maud’ because I looked like her in Golden Girls.
We had a dinner buffet there in the ballroom. I took photos of all the members, Including myself.
After dinner we had a beauty pageant thing were 7 of us gurls were picked as the contests (yours truly was one). We each got a chance to draw out an envelop that contained a question that we were to answer. We could try to be serious or funny but must act like a woman.
I was to be the fifth to give my answer. My question was; “What makes you blush? And why?”
Since I have, to the best of my knowledge, ever blushed, I went for the comedy path. On the sour of the minute I gave a three-minute answer as to what made me blush and explained why.
The rest of the gurls really enjoyed my answer.
Each gurl was videotaped during their answering.
The judges picked gurls that used serious answers. Oh well I tried.
When the ball was over, I slipped into my bare feet and packed up my equipment. Drove back to my hotel. Left the equipment in the car. I was still wide awake. I slipped into what I was going to wear for the drive home and packed up all by stuff but a small make-up kit and loaded my car. I had removed my wig and had uncombed my ponytail. While going out to the car a couple boys wanted me to pose with them at the entrance of the hotel, I passed. Gave DarkAnGGel a full report of the day. And went to bed.
.....End of Day two
.....Day three the drive home
I got up and showered and put on my travel face. Eyebrows, Mascara, and lipstick different earrings.
I put on all my undergarments again, Black trousers, A turquoise peasant blouse and the wig from the ball.
I like that wig. It never creeps around or off my head. I normally do not eat breakfast, so I didn’t.
Got into my car and drove home.
The trip home again three and a quarter hour went easily. About an hour out when I was on the curvy road I pulled over and turned on my four-way lights because I realized I left my drivers permit in the purse from last night in the boot (trunk area). While I was stopped, another lady stopped and asked “Do you need help?”. I replied in my weak feminism voice “Thank You for caring, I just needed to get my camera for the beautiful view”. Got back into the driver’s seat and finished the drive home.
When I got home, nobody was in sight so I brought in my luggage. I left all the camera stuff except my cameras in the car. Reported back in to DarkAnGGel. She was getting ready to go to work up on the old farm.
I climbed into my bed for a few hours of rest