Saturday, December 31, 2011

Let the Ball Begin

I finish up the last touches to my makeup just as the doorbell rings. It's 9 p.m. Right on time.

I hurry down the hall toward the door, fluffing out my ball gown

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I open the door to find my chauffer...




He's forgotten his hat and tie. But since he's John Cusack, I forgive him this slight.

I lace up my boots...

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Hey! With age comes the wisdom about solid, comfortable foot wear.

Don my mask...

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And prepare to step outside...without a coat.

"It's a bit chilly, Miss. You'll be wanting a coat, I'm sure," the Chauffer insists.

He helps me into my cloak...

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And we're off!

He opens my car door for me...a car that looks like this...

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A Rolls Royce Phantom, if you're wondering.

He whisks me away, navigating easily through traffic, and deposits me at the front door of the most elegant hotel in New York, The Plaza.

The Grand Ballroom is stunning, softly lit and golden candles glowing, the array of flowers tastefully over-the-top.

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I check my cloak at the door and enter, shy at first, there is no one here I recognize!

Of course not! We're masked!

I weave my way through elegant dancers, bowing and curtseying as the string quintet begins a waltz...

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All around the room are trays and trays laden with the finest cheeses from all over the world...


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And then! THEN! I spot the corner...the corner of Fountains offering every delectable sinful thing imaginable...

The ice martini fountain...

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The champagne fountain...

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And, oh! Oh! OH! The chocolate fountain...

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I dance and dance. I nibble at cheeses, I drink a martini and a glass or two of champagne. I laugh and laugh - tossing my head back as I exchange witty repartee with my throngs of doting admirers.

Before I know it, in a blink of an eye...

5...4...3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!

We unmask, look about gaily at the smiling, familiar faces of friends and family. The year has come to an end as 2012 comes shining in - a fresh start, a clean slate, dressed in satin and red combat boots.

Thanks to Gaelyn for this fantasy masquerade fun. If you'd like to participate, check out the details at Geogypsy.

8 comments:

S. Stauss said...

I love this so much I won't even be upset that we showed up wearing the exact same outfit!

danneromero said...

fantastic outfit!

fun story line... my chauffer would be, oh.. hmm... brad pitt - cliche, i know, but oh, my....

Gaelyn said...

Dawling, you look over the top gorgeous! The bell of the ball! May I have a ride back to my wagon in the Phantom?

Good idea wearing practical shoes with all that dancing.

Thank you for joining in the fun. And giving me the idea in the first place.

Karen said...

I love your gown and cloak, and ahem, your chaffuer!

Masked Mom said...

John Cusack could show up in a burlap sack and I'd go anywhere he wanted to take me. I am a huge fan of his from way back. I actually had a dream once that he had died in a plane crash and I was extremely distressed by the fact that no one was as distressed by the news as I was. I kept walking around saying, "Have you SEEN Grosse Point Blank?" as though that would explain the wonderfulness that is John Cusack.

Lucy said...

John can't be your chauffeur when he's my date LOL! I had so much fun at your ball!!

Nini Kahler said...

Jane, I think I lost my invitation to this ball! :)

By the way, I often have lunches al fresco with Mel Gibson (the younger more lovable Mel, before he got weird). Ahh!!

Loved, LOVED this post, and the photos too.
~Virginia

Just Jane said...

Periphery: Thanks! Isn't that dress gorgeous?!

Daphne: Thanks! Brad Pitt was the back up driver lol.

Karen: I liked my chauffeur an awful lot, I'll admit.

MM: I've loved him since 16 Candles and I agree, burlap sack full of Cusack isn't a bad thing :).

Lucy: HA! Perhaps we all arrived together.

Virginia: Frequent lunches?! You lucky girl!