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The Menagerie Monstreuse costume party at the Mercury rocked my lame-assed little world. The sheer number, creativity and extravagance of the costumes (especially on a per-capita basis) was like nothing I'd ever seen. My favorites were of course the hugely femme ones, but people did some amazing things with the animal theme. The Red Confection wasn't all that snazzy in comparison, but at least I got some cool points with people for making it myself. Jilli has become my costume guru. I saw a One Wilde Knight corset there with the theoretical minimum of outside seams; I can already feel myself going insane trying to figure out how he did it. Her Nibs wasn't impressed with most of the pics, which I don't get, but I don't care. Someday I'll doll her up real purty.
I called my father's sister for the first time in ages and found out that she's getting married for the second time at the age of 71 to a man she met the year I was born. She's giddy. It's cute. Things like that give me hope for old age. (Fun fact: she split up with her first hubby thirty-odd years ago because he figured out he was gay.)
Wendling quote for the weekend: Her Nibs had taken off her shirt downstairs for some reason, so he asked, "Why are you wearing your broth?"
I called my father's sister for the first time in ages and found out that she's getting married for the second time at the age of 71 to a man she met the year I was born. She's giddy. It's cute. Things like that give me hope for old age. (Fun fact: she split up with her first hubby thirty-odd years ago because he figured out he was gay.)
Wendling quote for the weekend: Her Nibs had taken off her shirt downstairs for some reason, so he asked, "Why are you wearing your broth?"
