Post-Inquisition

Aaah, I should take note here and listen to myself.
Here I was all anxiety attack last night. But by the time I was walking into the party I was fine.
I love happy e people giving compliments. Great for the ego.

My intended costume went pear-shaped. So I just wore mary janes, short box pleated leather skirt and lace up leather bodice, and a black felt fascinator I made, in my hair. Blackety Black. I thought it a bit too bog standard, but someone said that they loved how I made leather look 'cute', so all's well.

Inquisition was fantastic.
Mr M dropped us off - heard the music - and went home and got changed. YEAY!
I so happy. I jump around and hug and kiss and dance with my man. And run away a few times into the crowd too *giggles*.
The music was good, the eye candy was great, the mood was lovely.
(Is it okay to say the mood of a dance party is 'lovely'? Sounds weird - but it actually was. Not stressed, or hyper, or frantic, but lovely).

I have a sore jaw and a blister :-(
I have bruises on my bottom, my breasts and my neck :-)
The good injuries outweight the bad, so I am happy.

Thankyou to all the gorgeous people who shared my night and made i so wonderful. Mr M, ? M, Butch N, Miss L, Miss A, Little Miss R, Miss J, Miss E, Mr L.

I have many stories from the night. But will probably type more another time.
I know I said I'd go out tonight to Kooky or something. But don't think it's going to happen.
G'night happy people.