I went with the Tickler to the Mercury's annual Hardcore German Sparkle Party last night. The Tickler, as so often, arrived nearly an hour after they said they would. I had visions of us waiting in the around-the-block line, but Dancer rescued us! I felt a tiny bit guilty about joining her, but it sure beat waiting.
The Coat, my great big red and black one from Dracula Clothing, was the last one into the coat check. It filled up in half an hour. We filled up the coat check. Bananas.
SFDs: the theme was Hell, so I was the high-key version of the Devil Girl, natch. I didn't wear my Grand National boots because I'm not that kind of masochist, but I was astounded to see a certain venerable kinkster wearing their Grand Nationals. I'm pretty sure I saluted.
There were people who put so much effort into their outfits and makeup that as at every HGSP I've been to, I felt a little underdressed.
One of the DJs was a veteran of the well-known Bootie mashup night in San Francisco, so I did dance to some glorious mashups.
It was a sardine scene to match or exceed the best of the aughts. The decoration was amazing, including a throne covered in gilt pool noodles.![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
seelenschwester outdid herself, which is saying quite a bit.
I had a chat with the unfairly attractive Vienna La Rouge, who was, unusually, not in the company of my least favorite Mercury regular. In fact, he was nowhere to be found. Icing on the cake.
The Tickler & I didn't last much past midnight because places to sit were hard to find, and it was so loud and crowded that it wore on even me, someone who loves crowds and noise.
I woke up early due to the warm night. Then I got my phone blown up by on call at 0710. Brunch at Made In House, adieu to the Tickler, the usual Sunday chores, and then this: Marmalade, the gelato joint that's been under construction since I moved in two years ago? Opened tonight! I may have been the first customer! The pistachio gelato was the stuff. Said the lady behind the counter, crepes will start next week.
The Coat, my great big red and black one from Dracula Clothing, was the last one into the coat check. It filled up in half an hour. We filled up the coat check. Bananas.
SFDs: the theme was Hell, so I was the high-key version of the Devil Girl, natch. I didn't wear my Grand National boots because I'm not that kind of masochist, but I was astounded to see a certain venerable kinkster wearing their Grand Nationals. I'm pretty sure I saluted.
There were people who put so much effort into their outfits and makeup that as at every HGSP I've been to, I felt a little underdressed.
One of the DJs was a veteran of the well-known Bootie mashup night in San Francisco, so I did dance to some glorious mashups.
It was a sardine scene to match or exceed the best of the aughts. The decoration was amazing, including a throne covered in gilt pool noodles.
seelenschwester outdid herself, which is saying quite a bit.I had a chat with the unfairly attractive Vienna La Rouge, who was, unusually, not in the company of my least favorite Mercury regular. In fact, he was nowhere to be found. Icing on the cake.
The Tickler & I didn't last much past midnight because places to sit were hard to find, and it was so loud and crowded that it wore on even me, someone who loves crowds and noise.
I woke up early due to the warm night. Then I got my phone blown up by on call at 0710. Brunch at Made In House, adieu to the Tickler, the usual Sunday chores, and then this: Marmalade, the gelato joint that's been under construction since I moved in two years ago? Opened tonight! I may have been the first customer! The pistachio gelato was the stuff. Said the lady behind the counter, crepes will start next week.
