Mighty fine shindig!

There is a very good reason that I was not online last night.

I went to a ball. This was not just any ball. This ball was pulled straight from the pages of a Jane Austen novel. Gentlemen in tailcoats and cravats spun ladies in bustled gowns about the floor, to the dignified strains of a brass band. When I was not tripping over my own and my partners' feet, I spent most of the evening gawking at my own gown, a sea-green and pearl confection that my roommate found for me at the Salvation Army. This gown would make Kaylee Frye beam for days. (Weeks?) The green overskirt, gathered with white ribbon bows above three rows (!!) of white lace ruffles, floated above a wide hoop skirt; a tight bodice and low puffed sleeves displayed more of my upper half than I ever show.

I actually felt girly in that gown. It was ... peculiar. Maybe I should have taken my temperature. I might be sick!

Anyway, it was a lovely evening, and now I have to use the last hours of the weekend to catch up on my actual work.