After the Follies

After the show, we congratulated our friend – a local who does a terrific impression of Phyllis Diller – and some of the other acts on their performances. I know what a high it can be after a show, being the center of attention and all.

But seriously, there was free food over at the dance club, probably getting cold every minute we wasted!

Yes, yes, we had dinner. But everywhere we went, everyone was making a fuss over GF’s outfit, and scarcely anyone even had the courtesy to even mutter an obligatory “You look good too,” to me. That kind of disregard can drive a girl to… eat! And they had all my most fattening faves – an all-you-can stuff-into-your-corset buffet of piggies in a blanket, mini quiches, meatballs, cheese cubs, crackers, and sandwiches on croissants – they made sure each mouthful was at least 500 calories.

Fortunately, as I intimated, and you can see from the photos, I was wearing a corset, snugly fitted, so that I couldn’t really eat much. I know I looked damn good, but sometimes GF simply outshines me! It wouldn’t be fair if I got all the attention, now would it? I get plenty… mostly from her! She is happy to leave the spotlight to me, and was a bit surprised by all the attention she was getting, though I wasn’t – I was just hoping that someone would find the time to notice me as well…

I had saved my feet all day but they were killing me again, so I sat down. That didn’t do me any favors in the attention-getting department either. But, using GF’s radiance, we managed to reel in a couple of friends for conversation, one of whom was in the show. We thought she was pretty good, but her wife was not that impressed, and she herself thought she’d been better before. She did relate what must have been a fun experience for her, and one I’d love to have seen – the singer/piano player in the hotel bar, who does lots of show tunes, let her sit on the piano and lip-synch to his songs during his show.

I also may have found a partner-in-crime for next year’s Follies – a backup musician to my singing. And her friend apparently knows Chuck Berry pretty well! Maybe we can do a little tribute… News as it becomes available, only on this channel!

The bench was getting crowded with girls who couldn’t walk any more, and it was pretty funny. But a couple of the more lively (and drunk) girls got us up dancing, and despite my poor tootsies, we danced for a half hour and had a very nice time. I decided it was my duty, as a t-girl, to ignore the pain that would cause a real (read: sane) woman to remove her shoes, and dance in my sexy heels and move my body gracefully to the music, as if I was feeling all sexy and groovy.

I must have succeeded. I even noticed a few guys looking me up and down – ah, my adoring public! I haven’t often been on the other end of the full-scan look-over that guys can’t seem to help doing to a girl that catches their attention. And, I didn’t mind… I know what it’s like to be unable to stop your eyes from doing that, and you just hope she doesn’t notice – because women tend to get offended by such things. I was just glad someone could focus on me… it didn’t hurt that GF was on the other side of the dancefloor.

(Note about these two photos: these are two people, whom we found to be very quiet since we met them last year, and through Southern Comfort and into this Fantasia Fair. Turns out there’s a whole other side to them! Goll, darn!)

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