Persephone
03-07-2010, 05:48 AM
'Twas a dark and stormy night (I have always, always wanted to start a story that way!), so, of course, my spouse and I decided to go out . . .
But before I get to this evening, let me back up to yesterday, another typical day in the wacky world of Persephone.
Yesterday started early as the en drab version of me was delivering a speech to a local organization. It went pretty well, despite the fact that I had an annoying head cold.
Immediately after the program, I had to rush home to do makeup and change into "high androgyny" for my bi-weekly manicure. A baby blue paisley turtleneck with a bit of shimmer, jeans (sorry Karren!), and open-toes heels.
After a delightful hour of chit-chat and pampering I was off to the bookstore to look for a magazine that had an article a friend had recommended. From there it was on to a stop at the hearing aid store to pick up batteries I'd ordered.
Finally, the cold, or whatever it was, got the best of me and I went home and took a nap.
This morning my spouse and I had our beauty salon appointments, for which I'm always en femme. I love walking in and being warmly greeted by various beauticians and customers.
After two hours at the salon, we returned home for lunch and I did another quick change, this time back to drab, because we had a business appointment immediately after lunch. Both of us followed that 2-hour meeting with a short nap.
It began to pour right after we finished dinner, but we decided to go out anyway, so it was back to femme for the evening.
I wore a high-waisted black skirt slit up the side, a white shell, and a short single-button brocade jacket, with 4½-inch stiletto heels (with a ½-inch hidden platform).
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/MC3-6-10.jpg
Wrapped in our coats and hiding under umbrellas we dashed to the car and headed for one of the most amazing (and exclusive) private clubs in Los Angeles.
It is interesting to be a ghost.
As a guy I'm known to performers and staff at the club, but, fortunately, as a woman I seem to be able to freely enjoy the club without being mistaken for "him." Perhaps this is how Marion Kerby, a theatrical ghost, felt as she passed through places unnoticed.
We had a wonderful time seeing shows and wandering through the club, although, despite the rain, it was quite crowded.
Have you stood in line for ½ an hour in 4½ inch stilettos? I have. Because of the crowd, there were some lines for some of the performance rooms, so I held our place in line as my spouse went to the bar to get each of us a glass of wine. It was worth it as it was a great performance (by someone my "guy self" knows).
A bit after midnight we returned home. Who knows what tomorrow will bring!
But before I get to this evening, let me back up to yesterday, another typical day in the wacky world of Persephone.
Yesterday started early as the en drab version of me was delivering a speech to a local organization. It went pretty well, despite the fact that I had an annoying head cold.
Immediately after the program, I had to rush home to do makeup and change into "high androgyny" for my bi-weekly manicure. A baby blue paisley turtleneck with a bit of shimmer, jeans (sorry Karren!), and open-toes heels.
After a delightful hour of chit-chat and pampering I was off to the bookstore to look for a magazine that had an article a friend had recommended. From there it was on to a stop at the hearing aid store to pick up batteries I'd ordered.
Finally, the cold, or whatever it was, got the best of me and I went home and took a nap.
This morning my spouse and I had our beauty salon appointments, for which I'm always en femme. I love walking in and being warmly greeted by various beauticians and customers.
After two hours at the salon, we returned home for lunch and I did another quick change, this time back to drab, because we had a business appointment immediately after lunch. Both of us followed that 2-hour meeting with a short nap.
It began to pour right after we finished dinner, but we decided to go out anyway, so it was back to femme for the evening.
I wore a high-waisted black skirt slit up the side, a white shell, and a short single-button brocade jacket, with 4½-inch stiletto heels (with a ½-inch hidden platform).
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/MC3-6-10.jpg
Wrapped in our coats and hiding under umbrellas we dashed to the car and headed for one of the most amazing (and exclusive) private clubs in Los Angeles.
It is interesting to be a ghost.
As a guy I'm known to performers and staff at the club, but, fortunately, as a woman I seem to be able to freely enjoy the club without being mistaken for "him." Perhaps this is how Marion Kerby, a theatrical ghost, felt as she passed through places unnoticed.
We had a wonderful time seeing shows and wandering through the club, although, despite the rain, it was quite crowded.
Have you stood in line for ½ an hour in 4½ inch stilettos? I have. Because of the crowd, there were some lines for some of the performance rooms, so I held our place in line as my spouse went to the bar to get each of us a glass of wine. It was worth it as it was a great performance (by someone my "guy self" knows).
A bit after midnight we returned home. Who knows what tomorrow will bring!