I'm getting quite excited about going to Blogger Prom on Wednesday night. I mean, way more excited than I ever was about my high school prom. By far. I'm looking forward to meeting up with a bunch of my friends whom I mostly just know from their various guises online, like optionthis / citizenrobot Sherrie G. and all my friends at LAist (Zach Behrens, Lindsay William-Ross, Andy Sternberg) plus the organizers themselves ("Caroline on Crack" et al.). I somehow lucked into having someone cool to go with, too, one Ross A. Lincoln, who's on loan from his girlfriend, Heather, for the evening. (I promise to return him intact!) A special coup would be to have a Militant Angeleno sighting at the prom.
I spent my lunch hour today getting to and from Hollywood & Highland to pick up some finishing-touch accessories from both Claire's *and * Hot Topic. Good lord, do t(w)eens actually shop in those places un-ironically? If I never have to see a fake-jewel encrusted skull and crossbones again, it still might be too soon. But I got in and out of those hideous, sensory-overload dens of tweeniquity quickly, knowing exactly what I was after. I had to do it, because a strict dress code is being enforced.
For my own look, I've resurrected one of my old May Ball gowns from the late-90s. This one's a beaut, the Jessica McClintock dress I wore to the '98 St. John's Ball that had a Masquerade in Venice-type theme. As of this Saturday, it still had the grime from the festivities on it, plus the tear in the top layer where I'd put my heel through the dress. Luckily, though, at a high-end enough May Ball (e.g., Trinity, St. John's, Kings, Magdalene), there is a seamstress on-duty (!), and this one whip stitched the tear I clumsily made quite early on just beautifully to get me through the evening. Over this past weekend, I took the dress to the kind, elderly Korean couple who run the Hollymont Cleaners in Los Feliz to have the repairs done and the frock laundered. When I said I'd need it back by Tuesday (!), she kind of gulped and then -- only because I have a standing rel. w/ her -- circled the little "T" on the ticket and said I should come sometime before 7PM. (Thank you!!)
I spent my lunch hour today getting to and from Hollywood & Highland to pick up some finishing-touch accessories from both Claire's *and * Hot Topic. Good lord, do t(w)eens actually shop in those places un-ironically? If I never have to see a fake-jewel encrusted skull and crossbones again, it still might be too soon. But I got in and out of those hideous, sensory-overload dens of tweeniquity quickly, knowing exactly what I was after. I had to do it, because a strict dress code is being enforced.
For my own look, I've resurrected one of my old May Ball gowns from the late-90s. This one's a beaut, the Jessica McClintock dress I wore to the '98 St. John's Ball that had a Masquerade in Venice-type theme. As of this Saturday, it still had the grime from the festivities on it, plus the tear in the top layer where I'd put my heel through the dress. Luckily, though, at a high-end enough May Ball (e.g., Trinity, St. John's, Kings, Magdalene), there is a seamstress on-duty (!), and this one whip stitched the tear I clumsily made quite early on just beautifully to get me through the evening. Over this past weekend, I took the dress to the kind, elderly Korean couple who run the Hollymont Cleaners in Los Feliz to have the repairs done and the frock laundered. When I said I'd need it back by Tuesday (!), she kind of gulped and then -- only because I have a standing rel. w/ her -- circled the little "T" on the ticket and said I should come sometime before 7PM. (Thank you!!)
