Latina
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This past Saturday night was SO sweet and romantic and magical.
We've known about Frank's company's holiday party for about a month. Since we are both history nuts and love vintage clothing, I went to a vintage-clothing store a few weeks ago and picked out the perfect 1920s-era black party gown, with understated black sequin trim at the waist--VERY elegant! Frank and I got talking to the store owner about vintage clothing, and the next thing you know she is offering me a part-time job at the store. I've worked there for two weeks now, in addition to my regular full-time job in electronics. I'm having MUCH more fun at the store than at the wafer lab!
As an employee, I get 50% off, so I complemented the gown with matching black necklace and ear-rings (they match the dres's seqins), and a cute little wrist purse. And black high-heels. I had my shoulder-length dark hair put up, and tiny white flowers at the back.
On Frank's 1920s tuxedo, the pants wore out, so he found a new pair that have that vintage look. The lining of his original 1924 cut-away coat/tails was ripped, he found an alteration shop that found some very good-quality satin to replace the original lining. This was teamed with a grey wool vest, grey-and-black cravat tie, black-and-white dance shoes, and a top hat. Oh, and the gold cufflinks he inherited from his granfather. After all that prepartion, getting new clothes and fixing-up old stuff, I think we made an elegant couple.
The company chartered four luxury buses to transport their 200 employees (and spouses/SOs) from their office to a 4-hour chartered yacht ride around San Francisco. Each couple was professionally photographed in front of the yacht before boarding. Everyone was dresed so elegantly, lots of women in very stylish gowns and men in nice custom-tailored suits (not the Sears off-the-rack stuff), like being among Hollywood stars on Oscar night (although, now that I think about it, these high-tech types were more stylish than a lot of what the stars wear to those awards--UGH!).
We were greeted at the door with a glass of champagne or (for us non-drinkers) sparkling cider. Waiters in red jackets and bow-ties walked around with hors d'ouvres, such as shrimp, chicken kabobs, asparagus tips, etc. Dinner was a choice of chicken or beef, we had the most tender and juicy steaks, with salad and vegetables, all so delicious. Dessert bar was an assortment of rich and creamy little cakes cut into bite-sized pieces.
The company's legal expert was there in a tiny red cocktail dress that barely covered the lower half of her cleavage, and covered maybe 1/4th of her thighs, with a slit on the left side that went even higher, and 6" spiked heels. She is young enough and shapely enough to carry-off that look. Her husband owns a dance studio, and the couple put on an AMAZING demonstration of salsa dancing, professional level. The cruise yacht then opened the dance floor to everyone, and Frank and I waltzed the evening away in each other's arms, then danced up a rock-and-roll storm to 50s and 60s favorites. It got too hot with all that dancing, so we went up top and admired the view and the chill wind as we cruised past San Francisco's skyline and he held me in his arms and nuzzled my neck. It was romantic holding him and being held, up on deck and out in the cold, like Rose and Jack without the iceberg.
At the end of the cruise, we were each given an assortment of chocolates and other treats to take home, and we were handed the photo of us taken at the start of the cruise. On the dark midnight bus ride home, we held hands, hugged, and gently kissed from time to time. The statuesque blonde in the seat in front of us, and her boyfriend with the Marine Corps crewcut hair style, were obviously just starting to date, and they were smooching-up a storm in front of us. Since Frank is up for a major promotion, we had to be a bit more circumpsect on the bus, even though the romantic evening had made us both feel like giddy teenagers again.
We got home at nearly 2 a.m., and I quietly changed into the red teddy and garters (with matching red stockings and fingerless red lace elbow-length gloves) that I had laid out earlier in the day. Frank slipped on his tiger-print G-string. The fun and romance continued from there, lots of hugs and kisses and ... well, anyway, we continued the romance well into the wee dawn hours of the morning.
I need MORE romantic evenings like that one! In fact, we should ALL schedule evenings like that at least once a month, to recharge our batteries and make us all feel terrific about ourselves and our significant others. I don't mean a night of JUST sex (although that's great to do, too), but REAL romance, at least once a month! Life's too short for anything less.
-- Latina
We've known about Frank's company's holiday party for about a month. Since we are both history nuts and love vintage clothing, I went to a vintage-clothing store a few weeks ago and picked out the perfect 1920s-era black party gown, with understated black sequin trim at the waist--VERY elegant! Frank and I got talking to the store owner about vintage clothing, and the next thing you know she is offering me a part-time job at the store. I've worked there for two weeks now, in addition to my regular full-time job in electronics. I'm having MUCH more fun at the store than at the wafer lab!
As an employee, I get 50% off, so I complemented the gown with matching black necklace and ear-rings (they match the dres's seqins), and a cute little wrist purse. And black high-heels. I had my shoulder-length dark hair put up, and tiny white flowers at the back.
On Frank's 1920s tuxedo, the pants wore out, so he found a new pair that have that vintage look. The lining of his original 1924 cut-away coat/tails was ripped, he found an alteration shop that found some very good-quality satin to replace the original lining. This was teamed with a grey wool vest, grey-and-black cravat tie, black-and-white dance shoes, and a top hat. Oh, and the gold cufflinks he inherited from his granfather. After all that prepartion, getting new clothes and fixing-up old stuff, I think we made an elegant couple.
The company chartered four luxury buses to transport their 200 employees (and spouses/SOs) from their office to a 4-hour chartered yacht ride around San Francisco. Each couple was professionally photographed in front of the yacht before boarding. Everyone was dresed so elegantly, lots of women in very stylish gowns and men in nice custom-tailored suits (not the Sears off-the-rack stuff), like being among Hollywood stars on Oscar night (although, now that I think about it, these high-tech types were more stylish than a lot of what the stars wear to those awards--UGH!).
We were greeted at the door with a glass of champagne or (for us non-drinkers) sparkling cider. Waiters in red jackets and bow-ties walked around with hors d'ouvres, such as shrimp, chicken kabobs, asparagus tips, etc. Dinner was a choice of chicken or beef, we had the most tender and juicy steaks, with salad and vegetables, all so delicious. Dessert bar was an assortment of rich and creamy little cakes cut into bite-sized pieces.
The company's legal expert was there in a tiny red cocktail dress that barely covered the lower half of her cleavage, and covered maybe 1/4th of her thighs, with a slit on the left side that went even higher, and 6" spiked heels. She is young enough and shapely enough to carry-off that look. Her husband owns a dance studio, and the couple put on an AMAZING demonstration of salsa dancing, professional level. The cruise yacht then opened the dance floor to everyone, and Frank and I waltzed the evening away in each other's arms, then danced up a rock-and-roll storm to 50s and 60s favorites. It got too hot with all that dancing, so we went up top and admired the view and the chill wind as we cruised past San Francisco's skyline and he held me in his arms and nuzzled my neck. It was romantic holding him and being held, up on deck and out in the cold, like Rose and Jack without the iceberg.
At the end of the cruise, we were each given an assortment of chocolates and other treats to take home, and we were handed the photo of us taken at the start of the cruise. On the dark midnight bus ride home, we held hands, hugged, and gently kissed from time to time. The statuesque blonde in the seat in front of us, and her boyfriend with the Marine Corps crewcut hair style, were obviously just starting to date, and they were smooching-up a storm in front of us. Since Frank is up for a major promotion, we had to be a bit more circumpsect on the bus, even though the romantic evening had made us both feel like giddy teenagers again.
We got home at nearly 2 a.m., and I quietly changed into the red teddy and garters (with matching red stockings and fingerless red lace elbow-length gloves) that I had laid out earlier in the day. Frank slipped on his tiger-print G-string. The fun and romance continued from there, lots of hugs and kisses and ... well, anyway, we continued the romance well into the wee dawn hours of the morning.
I need MORE romantic evenings like that one! In fact, we should ALL schedule evenings like that at least once a month, to recharge our batteries and make us all feel terrific about ourselves and our significant others. I don't mean a night of JUST sex (although that's great to do, too), but REAL romance, at least once a month! Life's too short for anything less.
-- Latina
