Goth Trannys, men in leather kilts, fishnet tights, discussion of absinthe, and genuinely artistic pinup photography involving bondage. Corsets, tuxedos, patent leather platform boots, tattoos and piercings of every kind.
Now picture all of this mingled with discussion of Facebook, the stock market, dogs, and food. And the most gracious hostess and host imaginable.
I guess it was only a matter of time. Although it seems fair to say that most people will never attend the sort of New Year's soiree that I did last night.
It was amazing. And a little shocking for a formerly religious mom like me who sips tea from her best china every morning and watches Pride and Prejudice every year, no matter what.
Dear Fiance took me to his annual New Years Eve party, where Goths and people in Armani suits mingle freely. This year, however, it was almost 100% Goth. And I'm not. Neither is he. But we both appreciate interesting people and so we ushered in the new year with about 75 Goths, some of whom are Trannys. One had the most amazing cleavage, but that's probably a story for another time. But can I just say that he must have had some serious laser? Because he looked otherwise hairy. Nuff said.
We had a great time this morning filling DearEx in with the details. He's staying with us through the holidays and graciously enabled Dear Fiance and I to attend this party by staying with the kids and dogs. It's my first grown up New Years Eve party since before I became a mother. And that, Gentle Reader, was quite a while ago! And so it's a little fun to be joining millions of slightly hung over revelers on this bright New Years Day and therefore dreading fixing the meal that I must prepare. I normally love to cook. Bletch!!
Frankly, I'd rather be sipping tea and watching a movie in my sweats today.
But duty calls and so does the lovely pork roast that needs my attention. But I may still brew up a pot and wear my sweats. It's New Years Day, afterall, and I rang in the new year with Trannies and Goths. Maybe I'll wear something black.
