So I know that many of my faithful readers have been anxiously awaiting the reports on the masked ball. Well, at least Nina was enthuastic!
So after a fun day at work (No, I really mean it - the 7am to 4pm shift kicks ass compared to the 3pm to midnight shift), I got my hair cut (yes, I look ravishing), put on my tux and my boutonierre, and got into a taxi. Sadly, this will be the final use for that tux shirt. It has some strange stains that don't seem to be coming out. Plus it has this annoying feature of not working well with my stud set -- the button holes in the shirt are too big for the studs. I have to tape them on the back so that they don't fall out, and they popped open from the front a few times last night, too.
I arrived at the venue just in time for a mojito to be thrust into my waiting hand. Yummy. Passed hors d'oeuvres and an appetizer table were delish.
Everyone looked fantastic in their masks. There were a lot of Venetian style masks, and everyone made fun of the guys who had masks with big phallic noses on them. Now, I have long enjoyed the beauty of masks, but I don't think I've worn one since Halloween some years ago. And it's quite different to go trick-or-treating than it is to try and drink cocktails while wearing a mask. Or walking up stairs. Basically, when you have the damn thing on, your peripheral vision is all shot to hell. Plus, at a party where you only know about half the people, and with no peripheral vision, and everyone wearing a mask, you have no fucking clue who so many of the people are. I recognized some people, started to give them hugs, and they were like, wait, who the fuck ARE you!?!? Then they realized it was me, and recoiled in terror passionately hugged me back. Dinner was your typical black tie party over-cooked filet mignon.
But the first highlight of the evening was our entertainment. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have two cast members from the Broadway hit 'Nine' with us tonight. Our first guest is Ms. Mary Beth Peil. As she started to sing the show's title song, speculation ran rampant throughout the crowd, which was mostly female and gay. Would Antonio be there? Of course, I was overjoyed when the next guest entered, sans her customary sheath of white silk, but Jane Krakowski's "A Call From The Vatican" was stunning even when she was wearing pants and holding a microphone in her hand. And no, she did not perform any lewd gestures with the mike. But she sang the hell out of the song. Anticlimactically, she was followed by cast members from "The Look of Love." The songs were fine, but seemed much better suited for use, well, as accompaniement to a dinner party than as fodder for a Broadway show. Of course, we all sort of sang along on "Say A Little Prayer." Because how can you not sing along with a lyric about "The moment I wake up/Before I put on my makeup..."
Anyhow, they had some awards (which I did not win) and some prizes -- a $1500 shopping spree at Bloomingdale's and round trip Club World tickets for Two on British Airways -- (which I did not win) and after dessert, there was dancing, of course.
It was a lot of fun, overall, but I was not unhappy to come home and fall into bed and sleep for about 10 hours.
And now I get to go back to work for more fun and games. Sadly, on the 3-12 shift.
Posted by Jon at May 6, 2003 12:55 PM | TrackBacksounds like you had lots of fun!
bet you looked ravishing too!
now, where's my pics?? ;)
Posted by: Nina at May 6, 2003 06:24 PM