Your annual gift to me
Just once
Just once I ask
to slip my hand around your
ever thickening waistline
and dance the night away
You know I love you dearly
Jean-Pierre Bacri of no ignominy
Poor Salvador Dali is pleading
He's stuck with such a bitch
I cannot refuse his invitation
Although it's a little brazen
Over my dead corpse
Jezebel
Flirts beware
I am Queen Bee
He stays with me
I'll venture out on my own
and dance the night away
or maybe stand in a corner like
little Jack Horner
Allo Allo
Who have we here
Drop dead gorgeous
So probably queer
And no he's not
Cupid hits the spot
I'm in love at a glance
Let's dance
Dance
Swirl
Bend
(my back)
high heels
(broken feet)
Who cares
Exquisite pain
blind from champagne
Will I go back for a nightcap?
Sure
Beautiful Hotel
Expensive Champagne
Slightly blotto
Slurred speech
Oops
A daisy
What an impressive lineup, Rall! You certainly know how to crash a party. One more dance and I must go home. I hope your back and feet recover soon!
ReplyDeleteWV: pasts - we all have them!
Yes we do, and some of us have ones that read like a work of fiction!
ReplyDeleteExquisite! I love your choke hold on poor Dali!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to party with you!! Being "in love at a glance" is as legit as anything else..Love the ones you're with!
ReplyDeleteOops. A daisy! Go easy on dear Dali! You are the best. Love this. LOVE it!!!
ReplyDeleteLet the good times roll,Lyn. We're a couple of party girls from way back.
ReplyDeleteYoli, that is Queen Bee Bitch with the choke hold on Dali, preventing him from being my date.
ReplyDeleteThat is why I had to go alone to the ball.Just as well... I got lucky! I am Miss Grey Frilly Frock which turns into a green one at the end of the night.
Lovely ball Willow. You look ravishing.Make sure you keep George amused. You know what happens when he gets bored.
ReplyDeleteYour night? Full of incredible delight! Hope you are feeling well this morning....
ReplyDeleteI bet you have lots of posh frocks and high heels, Rall. I'm just a Cinderella who's not at the ball...
ReplyDeleteYes, a wonderful evening Helen. A little hungover this morning, so popped another bottle of bubbly with brunch (hair of the dog)..that should do the trick!
ReplyDeleteFun, fun. Love the Dali, Rall.
ReplyDeleteSorry I missed the party. I'd planned to climb the tree by the car park and watch the dancers on the terrace. Alas but the portable motorized stairs were in the shop.
Shame Barbara. Derrick got so drunk he stripped off and climbed to the top of a tree, yodelling to the full moon. I think Weaver ( his date) spiked his drinks.
ReplyDeletePosh frocks and heels...ah yes I had many.
ReplyDeleteStop moaning, put on jewellery and a ball gown and flirt with some chaps.You live in France for God's sake!
My goodness! I was doing good to have just ONE date. :)
ReplyDeleteI only had one date too Angel...it just semed like a lot more!
ReplyDeleteExcuse me Ms Rallentanda but I'm not sure you were in any condition to know what might have been happening, to spread such unfounded gossip!
ReplyDeleteSo, was the Willow fete the kick-off for your birthday fest? I know it's around somewhere.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to see you here. You definitely look smashing in your party finery!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary.
ReplyDeleteOh pardonnez-moi Derrikins..In my inebriated state, I think I mistook you for Doc Footsie. He is pretty agile in the tree climbing dept and a top yodeller, I hear.This could be my swan song as far as virtual balls are concerned,if this gets out.
ReplyDeleteAh . . Rall . . . I can't yodel, but I can FAIRLY SHOUT . . as Derrick will testify. And you need to be well liquored-up to mistake Derrick for me! The bow-tie is the clue . . .
ReplyDeleteTHIS IS TRULY UNCANNY! The verification word is "SHOUTERE"
You really cover the waterfront here! A wonderfully brisk and breezy piece that wraps itself around the pictures perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dick. Come along next year.
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