cocktail dress
the party
as parties go, last night's was tops. it's held in a windowless non-descript single story building with a windowless steel door lit by a single flood light. the environs would probably be described as abandoned and dangerous by a suburbanite. but, nothing could be further from the truth. opening the door, the warm and friendly spirit of mardi gras greeted us riding on the trumpeted notes of traditional carnival songs. everyone was costumed, fabulously costumed, except for a lone photographer dressed in black who weaved through the thickets of baroque, ridiculous and beautiful. i wore a cocktail dress made of cocktail napkins, a couple with accent stains. i discouraged hugs and touching because of structural concern (napkins, tape and staples are unstable), but that's common at these costume parties where no one wants their hours of toil destroyed by a momentary clumsy embrace. it wasn't until we got home that the dress met its fate at the hand of my dear friend david ford who snickered gleefully as the napkins fell.
2 comments:
well,
all i can say is that i saw mr ford do it, and he want "snickering" -- he was roaring in glee. i know i had fantasized about ripping your dress off all night. it was held together with staples and tape. your whole costume was remaining intact with just staples and tape!
it is also true that you danced in mud puddles on the way home like some sort of crazy, 6'4" inches tall inebriated bee.
according to reliable reports you were a mess.
thank you, thank you, thank you.
But doesn't he make the most lovely mess?
And if I put a handful of beads to my ear, I can hear dff roaring with glee. Just like some demented version of the ocean roaring in a sea shell.
Sorry I missed it.
xo,
-PW
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