A little bit of play
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beetigerAfter having convinced myself that bard_bloom was as able to take care of the baby with the stomach virus as I was, and that I really needed to do something distinctly non-baby oriented and non-suburban, I decided to keep my Saturday night plans.
I had been alerted to a Clown Fetish night at a club in Manhattan by the infamousduckydoo, and having been amused by lediva's extremely positive reaction to the idea, decided to go this weekend.
The obvious outfit to wear had ended up at Goodwill with a bunch of baby handmedowns that we couldn't use -- I'd thrown it into the box in a pique of postpartum depression that I only vaguely remember. So I had to scrounge in my closets for something that I thought worked. It really alerted me to the fact that I'm back about 4 sizes bigger than I was just before I got pregnant. I'm not actually feeling bad about myself or uncomfortable in my body about this. However, it does mean I have very little clothing that fits, and especially very little play/fetish clothing that fits, and I felt pretty unhappy about it. It wasn't that things didn't fit in the "Now I have to put a two inch gap in this corset that used to lace tight" kind of way; they didn't fit in the "Even if I let the laces out all of the way, I still can't come close to putting this all the way around my body" kind of way. But I managed to cobble together something I was satisfied with, including the cool green wig whichlediva brought for me.
She, of course, wore the LeDiva costume, with Goth clown makeup. She's a one-schtick kitty, but she does it well.
In the club, we felt both way dorkier and way cooler than everyone else there at the same time. We walked in right past the long line of beautiful people, got in for free, and got handed free drinks by the event organizer. Julia got her picture taken a few times by random people. I got flirted with a bit by a cute Asian grad student boy, which is always good for the mood. We definitely looked good, and I felt good about it. But we were the only ones actually in costume besides the bartenders and the go-go dancers, and I think people thought we were on-staff. Ducky's cake-sitting show was impressive but only about 5 minutes long. She did thank us for coming and let the flirty boy take a picture of her with us after she performed, though.
I may be getting too old for clubbing; I think I'd have preferred a quieter event with people I know. We had fun, though, and Rhys was okay at home, so it was all good.
I'm here now, with the baby with the stomach bug having transformed smoothly into a baby probably now with an earache, who won't nurse but seems cheerful after drinking several ounces of milk out of a spoon. We're waiting for our doctor appointment instead of going to playgroup. But at least I got out of mommy brain for a few hours. Now, if I could only get into writer brain...
bard_bloom was as able to take care of the baby with the stomach virus as I was, and that I really needed to do something distinctly non-baby oriented and non-suburban, I decided to keep my Saturday night plans.I had been alerted to a Clown Fetish night at a club in Manhattan by the infamous
duckydoo, and having been amused by lediva's extremely positive reaction to the idea, decided to go this weekend. The obvious outfit to wear had ended up at Goodwill with a bunch of baby handmedowns that we couldn't use -- I'd thrown it into the box in a pique of postpartum depression that I only vaguely remember. So I had to scrounge in my closets for something that I thought worked. It really alerted me to the fact that I'm back about 4 sizes bigger than I was just before I got pregnant. I'm not actually feeling bad about myself or uncomfortable in my body about this. However, it does mean I have very little clothing that fits, and especially very little play/fetish clothing that fits, and I felt pretty unhappy about it. It wasn't that things didn't fit in the "Now I have to put a two inch gap in this corset that used to lace tight" kind of way; they didn't fit in the "Even if I let the laces out all of the way, I still can't come close to putting this all the way around my body" kind of way. But I managed to cobble together something I was satisfied with, including the cool green wig which
lediva brought for me. She, of course, wore the LeDiva costume, with Goth clown makeup. She's a one-schtick kitty, but she does it well.
In the club, we felt both way dorkier and way cooler than everyone else there at the same time. We walked in right past the long line of beautiful people, got in for free, and got handed free drinks by the event organizer. Julia got her picture taken a few times by random people. I got flirted with a bit by a cute Asian grad student boy, which is always good for the mood. We definitely looked good, and I felt good about it. But we were the only ones actually in costume besides the bartenders and the go-go dancers, and I think people thought we were on-staff. Ducky's cake-sitting show was impressive but only about 5 minutes long. She did thank us for coming and let the flirty boy take a picture of her with us after she performed, though.
I may be getting too old for clubbing; I think I'd have preferred a quieter event with people I know. We had fun, though, and Rhys was okay at home, so it was all good.
I'm here now, with the baby with the stomach bug having transformed smoothly into a baby probably now with an earache, who won't nurse but seems cheerful after drinking several ounces of milk out of a spoon. We're waiting for our doctor appointment instead of going to playgroup. But at least I got out of mommy brain for a few hours. Now, if I could only get into writer brain...
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Date: 2004-04-05 08:22 am (UTC)