So, went to the Cake masked ball thing. It was crammed with beautiful people. I don't really do beautiful people, always feeling like the geeky kid at school - which I was - but these were beautiful people who all liked sex. So I was kinda popular as an 'industry' type. But it's still odd. Suddenly, by writing smut, I'm 'cool'. I've spent years adjusting - liking - not being cool so when people go "Oh my god, You're the one who..." and clamour round me, it feels weird.
There were apparently free drinks. Apparently. As the £9 for two beers we paid all night utterly failed to prove.
Anyway, we all had to wear masks - a very cheap £2 each for masks with feathers that looked posh and everything. However, I learned that masks are:
a) Bloody uncomfortable.
b) Impossible to smoke in.
Lighting a cigarette is not feasible in a mask. I never realised before how much you look to check, when you light a cigarette, that you're not setting fire to your face. I didn't (thank fuck I don't have menopausal facial hair yet) but I had to remove the mask to dare to get the lighter near enough to the fag. And putting it back on too quickly resulted in a shedload of smoke going in my eyes causing them to attractively water mascara over my face.
Other than that, there were gorgeous babes with their tits out, people who wanted to do business deals with me and free gifts (though what the fuck I'm going to do with a corset shaped brooch, I don't know).
All in all, a good evening.
Posted by emilyd at February 27, 2003 04:45 AM