he encouraged me with a new dress, a new purse, and sent me off to "the ball".
I met some really nice people that evening.
Nice People! |
I missed my husband. All through the night, I felt a strange emptiness in my belly. If he was here, he would frame me, and I would perhaps be less confusing a guest to everyone who was meeting me for the first time.
I spent the night at the hotel. Service was excellent. I wish I could rave about the room I stayed in. Its size was generous, bathroom cleaned. But its decor and dust puzzled me.
Dust EVERYWHERE...
HMMMMMMMMMM.... |
The night before the ball, I had a free moment. On impulse I called K. At the same time, K had similar thoughts, so we excitedly agreed to meet in Soho. On Rupert Street, I stepped into a teeny Japanese joint- the sort of place, I love eating at. Using my very limited Japanese, and freshly mascara-ed lashes, I scored us counter seats, even as others were being turned away. But when K came, she crushed the sushi chef's heart.
Then K suggested The Yard, a very popular boys' bar further up the same street. And here's what I learnt that night. Unaccompanied by my husband, the safest place for me to have a drink on a London Friday evening, is at a gay bar. I was not sexually harassed. I was not objectified. I did not have to ignore lewd comments, nor sexual slurs.
So I had a great time.
The Yard, 57 Rupert Street |
And then on my third glass of dry vino, I thought- hey, on Sunday after "the ball"? If I got on my usual SQ flight? I could actually make it back for KS's Monday night bash, and then The Arts House's 10th Year Anniversary! Besides, I already have something to wear!
Something old, something new, something blue... |
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