(If you’re behind, you want to go here for part one, and here for part two)
I was full of anxious antici… PATION (sorry, couldn’t resist!) all day at work on Friday. I don’t think the day could have dragged on any longer. I was planning on ducking out at least half an hour early, but my supervisor was hovering in the parking lot having an after-hours conversation with a guy from another department. So instead I spent some time shopping for shoes online. Since I was very disappointed at not getting a new outfit the night before, I thought I would compensate by picking up a new pair of shoes. Payless had a really cute pair of high-heeled Mary Janes that looked like they would go very well with the outfit I had planned.
Imagine my displeasure when I get there and see them in person, only to find out that the non-leather parts are this nappy fabric that would obviously pick up so much lint that they would soon be gray. In fact, the material reminded me of a lint brush! I am very particular about shoes and there wasn’t anything else in which I was interested, so I left and went home.
I’d been craving sushi for at least a week, so Roland and I headed over to my favorite sushi restaurant, Sushi Cafe. Their sushi is always very fresh and tasty, never fishy. Also the service has always been very prompt and friendly, in addition to the laid-back environment. I ordered my usuals: a dancing eel roll, a green dragon roll, a baby octopus nigiri, and a surf clam nigiri. Knowing what the night had in store, I also ordered some hot sake! Roland is not really a big fan, but the waitress misunderstood that the sake was just for me, so she brought out the large, 2-person serving. Roland did have one cup, but the rest was all mine. And gladly! We enjoyed our dinner and by the time we were done, I was feeling very warm and buzzy. The evening was off to a great start!
There were still a couple of hours to kill since we wouldn’t be meeting at the club until 10pm, so I surfed around the web for a bit until it was time to go shower and get ready. My lingering sake buzz helped me to not be so nervous. Also, I was chatting online with my girl, Jane, who decided that she wanted to come out and join us at the club as well. I knew our Diva wouldn’t mind, as she is of a friendly sort. Finally it was time to go shower and get ready.
After I got out of the shower, I took a bit of time to carefully apply my makeup. I was most self-conscious about this part of getting ready for a couple of reasons. Our Diva was a bona fide burlesque performer, so I knew she could do makeup to perfection. And I planned on wearing false eyelashes, something at which I’d heretofore been mostly unsuccessful. Amazingly enough, I got all of my makeup applied with almost zero frustration and outbursts or tears. That’s really a rare occurrence for me. I was extremely pleased with the results.
Now came the time to get dressed. The outfit I’d selected for the evening was a cute pink and black plaid skirt and corset top ensemble I’d picked up from Torrid forever ago along with some black lace-topped thigh-high stockings with bows and black lacy panties underneath. The final touch were some chunky black platform heels. I didn’t really do much with my hair except pin it up and back on both sides with little hair clips. I was ready to go.
Because I took so long getting ready, we were running about half an hour to 45 minutes late. We had no idea what time the supposed burlesque show was going to start, but most importantly, I felt bad about keeping our Diva waiting. Thankfully Roland had texted her so that she would not be concerned that we were standing her up. It was no surprise to me that when we found her inside, she was surrounded by a group of people. Upon looking up to see Roland and I approaching, she beamed and quickly excused herself from the group to meet us halfway.
Had I recounted this evening a lot sooner after it happened, right here I would be able to describe in detail exactly what she was wearing. However, as time has faded some minor details of that night, all I can tell you is that she was gorgeous in mostly black, including a corset, skirt and thigh-high stockings with an adorable fascinator in her luxurious red hair. All of those details are eclipsed by what I have been unable to forget: her bright, dancing eyes; her exuberant smile with a hint of wickedness; and her big, infectious laugh. Roland introduced us and we immediately embraced, which involved me bending down because she was a fair bit shorter than I, especially since I am naturally tall and was wearing platform heels while she was in flats.
The three of us moved over to the bar, ordered drinks, and took seats on the bar stools so she and I could finally talk face-to-face. I was still nervous but completely captivated by her. We really didn’t get to chat for long because the show was about to begin. Once the show began, we left Roland at the bar to wait for Jane so we move to a better vantage point from which to watch. There were some booths on a raised platform across from the stage, so we grabbed one of those. Roland and Jane joined us only moments later.
The so-called burlesque show doesn’t really bear mentioning other than that is what gave us the opportunity to meet up with our Diva. The performances were lackluster and the hostess/MC was pretty drunk. I was actually embarrassed that it was all our town had to offer in the way of this form of entertainment, considering Diva actually performs in top-notch, real burlesque shows herself. But I think she got a kick out of it anyway.
After the show ended, they were playing our favorite 90s gothy dance songs, so she and I took to the dance floor for a bit. We danced for long enough to make us both flushed, a bit sweaty and very thirsty. We returned to our drinks, Roland and Jane in the booth. Right about then, the music changed and we all decided to move out to the patio for a change of scenery and to get some fresh air.
Outside, we could actually hear ourselves talk, so it gave Diva and I a chance to really talk. The more we talked, the more enamored with her I became. As it turns out, she and I shared a wealth of almost overlapping history and a mutual circle of friends due to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. It seems that I entered our local scene right about the time she was getting out of it. As with many things resulting from RHPS, I felt a bond being forged between us. I felt that the time for getting to know each other verbally was coming to a close because I could no longer resist the need to get to know her carnally.