Ball to Remember
It was a ball to remember... I think. Gah! I am going on 4 hours of sleep and lots and lots of spritzers and sekt. I could probably breathe onto a car and make it run. One spark and I would go up like a Roman candle. I don't know what is wrong with me. It isn't like I never go out so I have to wonder why I turn into someone on their Rumspringa.
Last night was the Concordia Ball and it was beautiful... Started in 1863, and that is all I have for facts... A friend came over in the evening and we got ready (drank sekt) and then headed to a French bistro called Variation to meet some more friends. We ate dinner (drank sekt) and I don't know why I thought a quiche would be a wise choice for a night of drinking... because it isn't. After dinner, we walked across the street and walked into the gorgeous neo-Gothic Rathaus (drank sekt). I have been there before but never for a ball and it is spectacular!
We walked up several flights of stairs to our table in the main hall. I was blown away with how opulent the hall was. Absolutely gorgeous. And because I had had a lot of sekt already, I believe I kept saying "ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!" The debutantes and the cavaliers came out and there were a couple of speeches and then a waltz and then the floor was open to all after the announcement of "Alles Walzer!" which was my cue to drink some wine. I stayed at the table, watching the dancers and I actually felt a little lonely... which is odd because I usually amuse myself.
Our group decided to head downstairs for some fresh air: the courtyard had a band and two bars and a dance floor and tables and that became our base for the rest of the night. A couple of times I snuck upstairs to watch the formal dancing... and I wished I had someone to dance with... or not because my dress was threatening to malfunction. I kept drinking like it was an Olympic sport and I turned louder and more obnoxious. At one point I asked a friend what kind of medal a man was wearing and friend said it was a fake medal and I did not believe that so he suggested I go over and ask Mr. Maybe Fake Medal Man. And "challenge accepted" is not a good life motto to have. And yes, it was a fake medal. And there was groping by fake medal man. Gah!
By 3:30 it was time for me to head home before turning into a pumpkin. Once home, I put on some workout clothes because I had it in my head to watch the sunrise. Walking is hard after too much booze and not sleeping for 24 hours. I headed back home and missed my sunrise and that makes me a little sad. It was a gorgeous ball and I will definitely go again next year. I think I have to say that the Rathaus is a much better location for a ball than the Hofburg and that is a pretty obnoxious statement.
I'm a little down today. The ball is over and I am looking at a couple of pictures I posted and I wonder why I did not inherit the good genes or common sense not to upload pictures of me on Facebook. Is this malaise post-ball syndrome? Is that the last of the glamour for this year? I feel a little depressed but maybe that is the raging hangover. Tomorrow is the fundraiser and I am really looking forward to it once I can feel my feet again. Enjoy your Saturday! And if you are in Vienna, don't forget to check out the Gay Pride Parade!
Last night was the Concordia Ball and it was beautiful... Started in 1863, and that is all I have for facts... A friend came over in the evening and we got ready (drank sekt) and then headed to a French bistro called Variation to meet some more friends. We ate dinner (drank sekt) and I don't know why I thought a quiche would be a wise choice for a night of drinking... because it isn't. After dinner, we walked across the street and walked into the gorgeous neo-Gothic Rathaus (drank sekt). I have been there before but never for a ball and it is spectacular!
We walked up several flights of stairs to our table in the main hall. I was blown away with how opulent the hall was. Absolutely gorgeous. And because I had had a lot of sekt already, I believe I kept saying "ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!" The debutantes and the cavaliers came out and there were a couple of speeches and then a waltz and then the floor was open to all after the announcement of "Alles Walzer!" which was my cue to drink some wine. I stayed at the table, watching the dancers and I actually felt a little lonely... which is odd because I usually amuse myself.
Our group decided to head downstairs for some fresh air: the courtyard had a band and two bars and a dance floor and tables and that became our base for the rest of the night. A couple of times I snuck upstairs to watch the formal dancing... and I wished I had someone to dance with... or not because my dress was threatening to malfunction. I kept drinking like it was an Olympic sport and I turned louder and more obnoxious. At one point I asked a friend what kind of medal a man was wearing and friend said it was a fake medal and I did not believe that so he suggested I go over and ask Mr. Maybe Fake Medal Man. And "challenge accepted" is not a good life motto to have. And yes, it was a fake medal. And there was groping by fake medal man. Gah!
By 3:30 it was time for me to head home before turning into a pumpkin. Once home, I put on some workout clothes because I had it in my head to watch the sunrise. Walking is hard after too much booze and not sleeping for 24 hours. I headed back home and missed my sunrise and that makes me a little sad. It was a gorgeous ball and I will definitely go again next year. I think I have to say that the Rathaus is a much better location for a ball than the Hofburg and that is a pretty obnoxious statement.
I'm a little down today. The ball is over and I am looking at a couple of pictures I posted and I wonder why I did not inherit the good genes or common sense not to upload pictures of me on Facebook. Is this malaise post-ball syndrome? Is that the last of the glamour for this year? I feel a little depressed but maybe that is the raging hangover. Tomorrow is the fundraiser and I am really looking forward to it once I can feel my feet again. Enjoy your Saturday! And if you are in Vienna, don't forget to check out the Gay Pride Parade!
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