Well, maybe there were a few odd balls there but it definitely didn’t qualify as a ball! It was lovely to dress up and I have to say my boyfriend looked particularly sexy in his outfit as did my two lovely friends Jo and Ash, I was very pretty in my retro dress, but the ball was a no show!
Now this was my first proper night out as a newly sober non drinker and I had such high hopes, I parked my car and we had to walk about ten minutes to get to the “venue”, it was cool, peoples head definitely turn when you are wearing a 1950’s replica dress, stockings with hearts up the back long black gloves etc! One random girl took a photo of me…..bizarre!
We arrived after eight, a handful of people already in situ, the tickets had said doors opened at seven thirty, so we grabbed a few seats and a couple of drinks (soft), we relaxed into our fairly opulent surroundings, and enjoyed the view. The place filled up as the night moved on, the costumes were fab, there were some extremely sexy ladies in very skimpy lingerie, and men in delicious suits! There were some interesting characters too, there were two guys and a girl, she was wearing a kind of Gothic funeral Victorian combo (actually think she was a pony girl) one of the guys she was with was bearded and scary and the other looked like a woman, but was a man, wearing some kind of military uniform, then there was a guy trying to look like Richard Gere in an officer and a gentleman I mustn’t forget to mention the guy who was absolutely beautiful and on crutches, with Latino looks and long flowing locks he was very Vampire Lestat!
So music was playing some of which was lovely, from burlesque to Bobby Darin, but when Lionel Ritchie sang “Three times a Lady”, my spidey sense started tingling, something ain’t right! Then there was the moment, the moment every woman dreads, someone walked in wearing nearly the same dress as me, it was the same except it was pink and navy instead of red and black! I was mortified, and she was a big girl too, it was like we had both shopped at the Out-sized Warehouse! So we are chatting away, we had given up on a show starting, as it was ten thirty at this stage and the “Hostess” announces that the show is starting, with two singers who have taken time out from recording with Mary Coughlan to join us (now spidey sense is on super alert!) They are OK, singing away but not very burlesque at all, my two lovely friends choose this moment to leave and we kiss our bye byes!
That was the beginning of the end, my lovely (sexy) boyfriend and I were discussing science (don’t you dare laugh, I am a multifaceted human being….) and the next singer began, Oh dear GOD! I managed one song before I thought my head was gonna explode and I had to tell my boyfriend I wanted to leave, my ears were melting, as we left we had to walk past the culprit (singer?) a Rockabilly guy with Docs singing a drunk, jazz version of, wait for it…”Love Cats”, by the Cure! Seriously! How can that be burlesque!
So in short, I did not get my hit of burlesque, we were home before the witching hour and disappointed to have paid 15 euro for that! So I am hoping to make it to Cork in July to give my dress a proper outing!