Four Photos

I made Becky take some photos of me before the pretty party. Note two major seldom occurrences: Curled hair and stilettos. This may not happen in this combination again for at least another year. Kind of like the conjunction of the moon, Venus and Jupiter from two weeks ago. Or like last night’s proximity of the moon to the earth. Did y’all know about the largest full moon of the year last night? It was like a floodlight or the one beam from the mothership ready to take me up. The roof of the pretty party was the perfect romantic setting, cold enough to have some dashing man remove his tuxedo jacket to keep me warm and then embrace me from behind while we gaze at the moon and then into each other’s eyes, our heads, like orbs around a star, gravitating toward a midpoint as a winter’s heavenly kiss. No such thing happened, though. I don’t know why, because wouldn’t you want to smooch the lady below? Click on the photos for the closeup. At your own risk, of course.

3 Fun Facts, er, Truths?

1. Yesterday’s search terms:

boyfriend dates to remember
poo-perry
moody music

I wish my stats would tell me which post came up with a specific search term. The files in my forebrain come up with nothing regarding “poo-perry.” What IS that? Hello, out there, the one curious about poo-perry, did you find what you were looking for? Would you please tell me what it is you did find?

2. Last night, as I got ready for the pretty party (there was a “pretty party” where everyone dressed up [in tuxes, suits, gowns, to-the-nines in any form] and went to a solarium on a rooftop and danced the night away), I went to my room and got some black nylons, a black slip, and a black bra. I was going to wear a black dress. Everyone knows what the rule of thumb is about what to wear beneath black dresses. Anyway, since my room is two walls of bare windows and I didn’t want to change in front of all of Midtown, I carried those items from my room to the bathroom to change. Becky saw me before I entered the bathroom, and she saw what I was holding.  She said, “Ooh. Underthings.” I blushed and did the little Flashdance run-in-place thing, and I giggled. Then I closed the bathroom door and changed into those underthings. Hee.

Does anyone else feel seductive or … you know, when you’re not wearing the standard whiteys or natural tones underneath? Anyone? Anyone at all?

3. My rabbits sometimes like watching television.