Maria Party

I posted the following to the Friends of Randolph Country Club message board:

Maria and I had a great time and we took pictures to prove it! Ok really just two pictures taken with my cell phone at arm’s reach, but anyway, I posted them to a new album called “Maria Party.”

For anyone else thinking of throwing a weekday party at RCC, I’ll give you my experience here. First, do it! I highly recommend it. RCC is alive with atmosphere on weeknights and the staff and patrons are every bit as friendly as we know them to be on Saturdays. Second, um, we were a party of two. My playful party announcements weren’t enough to get our FoRCC members out on random week night. So, if you want to try this and seriously want a good turn out, you’ll have to do something different. Maybe send your friends personal invitations? Maybe just be more popular than me? *sigh* Some day I’ll have an entourage…

Really though, we did have a lovely evening.

See you all soon on a Saturday!
Sonia

Familiar with the route by now, I took the train and the bus to downtown Randolph, where Maria had agreed to pick me up. I arrived in the midst of a fierce thunderstorm and ducked into the Burger king to phone her and tell her I had arrived. While I waited, I ordered some little snack and set my dripping umbrella on a railing by my table. A few minutes later, Maria rang back to say she was a couple of blocks away. The downpour had ended as suddenly as it began and I ran out to meet her.

Yes, I, lost my umbrella. Dang it, it was my first girl umbrella and it was so cute! I think I’d only had it a few months. The day I bought it I was standing in CVS with an ordinary black umbrella in my hand, then thought to myself, “no, I can do better!” I put the generic umbrella back on the rack and walked around the corner to Mint Julep, a very girly boutique where I had seen umbrellas. So it cost two or three times as much. It was worth it to look good. I called Burger King the next day. No, they didn’t have it. As punishment, I bought my next umbrella at the liquidation store. It was a girl umbrella–I’ll never go back–but cost one tenth of what the boutique umbrella cost. Maybe looked it too. I dunno. The construction was really light weight and it only lasted about six months before falling apart. Probably the first umbrella I’ve ever had wear out before I lost it. Anyway, where was ?

Oh yes. Maria needed to finish dressing before going to RCC so we went to her hotel room first. It was the start of a really great evening of talking and sharing stories. Maria confided that she was really amazed that I showd up. Her experience, like mine, I’m afraid, had been that t-girl dates are often no-shows. I think she had already decided before hand that if I showed up at all, she was going to give me a gift. She had a few items of clothing with her that she had me try on. Most magnificent was a black leather Harley Davidson dress. That’s what she gave me, over my protests that it was far too nice of a gift. I protested, but didn’t refuse. Omg, I love it so much.

Conversation continued to the bar, where that was really the main activity of the evening. Maria, as it turned out, is a little shy about being dressed in public, and wasn’t looking for a wild night of partying, just a chill night out. RCC was just perfect for that. I’d been there enough that the staff kind of remembered me and was so friendly. Patrick, our bartender for the evening, brought us watermelon shots at one point. Maria got me on a bus home at a reasonable hour, with my wonderful gift in my tote bag.

Back in Cambridge before midnight, I followed my usual routine. Dropped off stuff at home, peed, and headed to Charlie’s. Thursday Charlie’s is open until 2:00. I was home at 2:30.

Binging continues

Wednesday notes read “at work looking like a tramp, home to clean up, federica said i looked “elegant”, cfa party, two beers, missed train, two more upstairs at Charlies, rum runner at LaSpina”

I was at work the next morning looking like the tramp I am because I slept in at Jessica and Stacy’s and just went straight to work from there rather than show up for work yet an hour later as it would have been if I went home and got cleaned up properly.  The time had to come out of my day at some point though as there was a party at work at the end of the day and I couldn’t possibly show up for that in smelly wrinkled clothes.  I went home in the afternoon, showered, and decided to wear my black string tank that I bought at Susanna’s to the party.  Back to work later, Federica who works in the office next to mine, said I looked “elegant.”  I didn’t realize it looked that nice.  Anyway, the party was good.  You know, I’m still not much of a social creature at work so I kind of had to make the rounds of saying hello to the few people I know, then supplement by hanging out for a bit with people I barely know, like Federica, and finally striking up conversations with total strangers.  Oh, I did say hello to Charles, the Center Director, just to stay visible to him.  Otherwise, I ate the free food and drank a couple of the free beers, and was out of there.

Hmm…”missed train.”  Don’t know what that was all about.  Was I planning to go to Worcester?  Don’t remember now.

Hedonism

Tuesday was fairly hedonistic according to my notes. They read “Jessica, Grendels, house, tranny porn, walk up mass ave, closed liquor store, Ce Bon, wine, chips, dip, house, stacey, more wine, play, light sleep”

Plucking

Monday? No notes. Crap…did I do anything interesting? I think I worked late. Can’t remember now. Is that the night I plucked my face?

See, it had been 3 1/2 months now since my last laser treatment.  That was #4, and while the laser tech had said my face would be pretty clear after four treatments, the truth is that at least one, maybe two, more treatments would have been really good for me.  Sadly, money is a problem these days and I have no more money for laser treatments for a while.

3 1/2 months was enough time for a couple of waves of regrowth to be in and I was really disappointed with the amount of beard shadow left.  Just testing things, I tried tweezing a few whiskers.  Although they were new growth, they were growth from follicles weakened by the laser treatments, and the hairs slid out fairly easily.   Knowing that a shaved hair still contributes substantially to beard shadow, I was compelled to continue.  I plucked my whole face.  The result was good.  Back to no detectable beard shadow.

A little birth defect

The club was Inside Out and the event was a fashion show fund raiser put on by the Imperial Court of Massachusetts. I met Court members and performers Amanda, Corvette, Aboyda, and Juanna. Diamondique was there! It was fun to see her again and a surprise for me, but I guess maybe she goes to Ogunquit fairly often. I met Danny and kind of hung out with him much of the night. Daphne arrived and found me chatting with Danny. Also there were some guys wearing Rise t-shirts and I couldn’t resist going to talk with them for a bit about our common connection there. The last person I remember meeting there was Ariel. The show was fun, emceed by a hilarious commedian, there were raffle tickets and I won a gift certificate to Maine St., an Ogunquit bar where we ended up after the show.

Actually we were kind of bar hopping and there was a great scene I have to relate at Back Porch, a piano bar. It was rather late, everyone was drunk, and in wandered a cute drunken boy who somehow was gay but had thus far apparently had no contact with drag queens or transwomen of any sort. He was intrigued, to say the least, and a small group of us were entertaining questions from him. He asked about the breasts, and to my horror, one of our group (Diamondique?) reached right in her top and produced a jiggling silicone breast form. The poor guy, anesthetized by alcohol and shell shocked by everything about us, reacted with simple wonder but not with revulsion. Seeing this, I suddenly couldn’t resist joining the fun of pushing his limits a bit. I reached in my top and produced one of my homemade birdseed-pantyhose breast forms for comparison. He absorbed this new information calmly, but a moment later, gears were grinding in his head and he needed followup questions. “Wait,” he asked me, “you’re a real woman, right?” Ahh, the difference in appearance between a TS (me) and a drag queen (the others in our party.) I looked directly into his eyes and with all seriousness said “yes, I am.” Eyebrows around me shot up and lips pursed in stiffled laughter to see what would come next. “then…how come you need that?” he needed to know. I leaned a little closer to lower my voice a tiny bit and confided, “a little birth defect.” In unison, everyone around me breathed a sigh of relief and amusement at how I had turned what first appeared to be a white lie, into a comment on transexuality.

The ride home was going to be a very long one. Daphne was dropping Corvette home in Cambridge, me in Somerville, then continuing all the way to her home in Attleboro. Poor Corvette was hungry and begged Daphne to stop somewhere so she could buy a snack, but that didn’t happen. Instead she curled up in the back seat and slept. So cute.

Manchester Drag

Saturday I took the train to Lowell to spend a really fun weekend with Steph. She was waiting for me at the station, and from there drove us to a hotel in Nashua. We got prettied up there and were off to makeover appointments at the Dior counter in the Manchester mall. Steff knows the girls at this counter and we had a great time.

From there we went to Breezeway, a popular gay bar, for dinner. A few people there were bustling about getting ready to leave for a dinner cruise that I think was part of Pride festivities. After that party left, we had the cozy little place nearly to ourselves, we got the attention of the bartender back, and we had a nice quiet dinner.

Cozy and quiet ended at our next destination, the famous Club 313, where there was a special drag show in honor of the birthday of Monique, one of the queens there. (Maybe like the leader there? Don’t know how it’s all organized.) The show was a riot, very well attended, and afterwards there was plenty of time for dancing and socializing. Hmm…my notes say “Dominic” but it’s been too long now and I don’t rember. (actually writing February 2008 here) When 313 closed, we drove back to Breezeway in hopes of a nightcap. Steff was spooked by some people hanging around outside though and we didn’t go in. Back to the hotel, sleep.

The rest of the deal with Steff was that she would drive me to Ogunquit where I was meeting Daphne. The drive was nice, we had more time to talk and just enjoy each other’s company. We drove along the beach a bit before Steff finally dropped me off at club where I was meeting Daphne.

Alice

Friday, sisters, train, bus, walk, barely made connections. Wendy tried to help me. Jurys, Rise.

Adorable that night was new girl Alice. I was zipping through the hallway lounge at the hotel when a man called out to me “Excuse me, but are with this group?” Of course he knew the answer before I said it. He asked a few more questions before coming out to me as a crossdresser himself. (I know you’re as surprised as I was.) I encouraged him to join us, if not tonight, some other night, and he divulged more, “actually, I have clothes with me…” “Oh, you should go change!” I implored. I showed him the room where we can dress. Sure enough, a little later we had a new sister. She was shy but I believe really enjoyed her short outing dressed as Alice. That’s Alice in the yellow blouse and black skirt in the picture below.

Teetotaling at Shine

Thursday I get a phone call from Deedee asking if I can meet her at Shine for a house music night that Maria is promoting. I went, but could only stay until about 9 pm because I had the telescope that night and had to get to work.