Sometimes, Gentle Reader, you have a nice dinner out with a friend for her birthday, and then you and some friends go back to her apartment for a few glasses of wine. That’s a nice normal thing, that nice, normal people do. By now, I’m sure you know that things in my life hardly ever stay in the realm of the nice and normal.
I had spent a lovely afternoon with Mr. Darling. We went to the shop in the mall where he’d worked as a teenager – Claire’s – and we visited the Airport Tavern. He was amused by it; it’s seen better days. We killed time and caught up with one another, until we were to meet with Miss Spectacular and some friends for her birthday supper. The food was delightful, the conversation stimulating, the company divine. We retired to her apartment, continuing the chat; we were all in a rare, expansive, mood. I believe that Darling needed to use the restroom; after he had finished, he dashed back out into the sitting room, with a fistful of scarves and flowers. “Ladies! Follow me! We need to wear all the things!” We dashed en masse to the boudoir. Darling went first – it was his idea, after all – and this happened:
He then assisted me, because he has far more style and skill than I do. Suddenly, I was ravishing:
The birthday girl wasn’t quite ready for her own makeover yet, so Darling and I tackled Miss Taylor together. Voíla!
Finally, Miss Spectacular was ready to be beautified. I’m not certain how she felt about it.
She then went on a rampage – watch out, Darling!
Well, once all of our makeovers were complete, we naturally commandeered Miss Spectacular’s boyfriend, B, who hadn’t really wanted to participate in Frilly Spontaneous Dress-Up Time, as well as his camera. We all had a certain eastern flair to our outfits – or perhaps it was just their apartment. The Casa Blanca apartments had been designed by a friend of Houdini‘s, who was obsessed with unique tiles, and is already visually intriguing; their decor lent itself to our scheme. See?
We danced, we frolicked, we posed; the air of spontaneity, of improvising interesting outfits from existing materials just lying around the bathroom – well, the creativity was contagious, infectious, inspiring.
There is a strong possibility, if you ever let me into your home, that something like this might happen.