It’s a very lazy Saturday morning. Late night at a ball on the other side of town and I’ve only barely managed to drag myself out of bed. I know if Lady B were at home, she’d question my attending any sort of ball outside of Mayfair. However, she is not and so I’m admitting it. Actually, it was a secret ball. Full of intrigue and masks and all sorts of illicit goings on.
As some of you know, a few years ago I wrote a little book that took place at a naughty club. That was not so dissimilar to:
(By the way, what is up with all the Eyes Wide Shut scenes played backwards on YouTube?)
Of course, in some ways, I prefer this sort of masquerade:
I suppose with All Hallows Eve just around the corner, there is bound to be an increase in masked balls. However, this event was different, and…it included the reading of philosophical tracts written by its attendees. Not all of whom were male…
I assure you I was there merely as an observer. I would never, ever be seen at such a scandalous event… But might return again.
What about you? Is there any sort of special way you intend to celebrate the upcoming holiday? And what do you think Monty and Lady B are planning to do?