At 2:00 I went and got my nails done in a French Manicure. They look soooo clean and nifty, and it was quite a different experience....I'd never done a manicure before, and it was kinda fun. I enjoyed it! And they just look so dang purty.
Well, that was done at the same place that my stylist is at, so pretty much as soon as it was done I got my hair played with. She actually managed to curl my hair, which is not an easy thing because, typically, my hair does NOT like holding a curl. These lasted all night! She also had fun putting in little clippies that were white flowers (sadly, you can't see these in the pictures).
5:15 rolls around, and I start with the make-up, playing around with mixing and matching my browns and purples in eyeshadow to see if it brought out the green in my eyes like it was supposed to. I think the desired effect was achieved. :) By 5:30 I was attempting to wriggle into my nylons (control top = less fun to get into), putting on heels and the infamous LBD -- Little Black Dress! I still can't believe that dress is a 6. The last fancy dress (except for Cinderella) that I got was for my sister's wedding, and it was a 9.
The Boy picked me up at 6:00-ish in his incredibly handsome tux (yes, it's his, he owns his own tux!) and brought a gorgeous boquet of flowers, which was sooooooo sweet and unexpected!
The drive there consisted of listening to Louis Armstrong (both on the car's stereo and The Boy's impersonation of him. I find it adorable), and much giggling over how an impression of Louis sounds a LOT like Animal from The Muppets. He kept tossing in Animal phrases/sound effects. Much fun. :)
Okay. SF City Hall. That place is flipping GORGEOUS. And huuuuuuge. Seriously, the only words I have for that place is "Wow".....go do a Google Image search for the San Francisco City Hall to see what I mean.
One of the most memorable and surreal events was after an announcement was made (essentially to the tune of "What a hell of a year we've had! Sadly, this'll be the last Holiday Party we're having.....so enjoy the hell out of it!), the people in charge decided it'd be a good idea to drop huge yoga ball sized balloons on a room full of people, food, wine glasses, vases of roses, etc. It was so fun! The balloons started bouncing off of folks heads, The Boy and I were dancing and kept getting bonked or volley-balling them off. Eventually, people discovered they could pop them with their forks and had a lot of fun doing that.
There were three areas to be, essentially. There was a room with blusey/swing music, the main hall where you could slip into the back for the company party pictures (we got one, but I don't have a copy yet....The Boy has it, but when I have one expect to see it!), and a room that had a wonderful big dance floor and "casino," but it was sooooo loud in there that you couldn't hear anyone.
We spent most of our time, after dinner, in with the swing band dancing the night away. It was way too amusing that the straps on my dress kept slipping down my shoulders, we'd both start laughing every time I snuck in a "wardrobe adjustment" whild dancing. There were also some professional/competitive dancers that were brought in, and they kept commenting to The Boy and me about how much fun it looked like we were having. Well, that's the point of dancing if you're not being competitive about it....to have fun! And he is my favorite dance partner, partially because you know he'll improvise and attempt new things just to see if they're possible. He's an absolute JOY to dance with, and a good lead. He tells me I'm a great follow, too. Hee.
I was introduced to a lot of people....more names than I even remember now! It was a little awkward being the person who didn't know anybody, so I probably came off as extremely quiet. Except for on the dance floor. That's my element, baby!
By the end of the night we were both exhausted. My feet were killing me from being up and dancing so long in those heels (I've even got a blister on one foot, but it'll go away). After the long drive home, we just went back to his place and crashed for the night. Mmmmcuddles.
Got home this morning at about 8:30. Now I'm bundled up in wool socks, jeans, a sweater, and just enjoying reminiscing over the night. Le sigh.
I'm one damn contented Kitola.
Oh, yes. Y'all want pictures, I guess. Here we go!
These are the flowers he brought me. Aren't they purty?? And the eucalyptus smells heavenly.
Full picture of the LBD. Not a great picture, but still....check me out, I'm girly!
Headshots! Lookit those curls. Wowyzowy.
The holiday party picture of me and the boy will be up as soon as I have a copy. Swearsy!
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4 comments:
You look beautiful! It sounds like a wonderful evening. A memory maker for sure!
Gaw, it was just wonderful. Never had a night like that before. <3
I reeeeeeeally like him, too.
You looked absolutely beautiful and it sounds like you had a terrific time. I'm glad to see things between you and the boy working out so well. I'd hate to think I encouraged you into something that wasn't great.
BTW,I checked on Google and Boy are you right about SF City Hall. I've got to see it for myself someday. I think it's getting to be time for a west coast trip!
Thankies, Norm! He's such a sweetheart and has essentially been one of my very favorite people since I started hanging out with him. I don't know anyone who doesn't love 'im. :)
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