The Mystery/Fantasy Ball is a black tie/costume party thrown every year in Houston by a group of people who pay dues to become hosts. They have it in the same nightclub every year, the "theme" is similar every year (this year was some Ali Baba thing Miss G didn't fully understand), they throw plastic beads from the stage every year, they have dick dancers in cages every year, and all the people from the Krewe stand in the same corner every year. There is no charitable beneficiary, which is typically what it would take to get Miss G into a girdle or Boy G into a tux. Every year the G's promise to boycott it. And every year one of them ends up going!
This year was no exception. Miss G had long decided it wasn't worth a weekend of girdle marks, and Boy G had work stuff to do and really kind of was looking forward to staying home alone and wallowing in self pity on his birthday weekend. Several people had inquired if either was going, and all were told "no".
Then came a "facebook" from MA that said "Meg and I are picking you up at 6." Well, what the hell? I guess I better hot-glue something to a mask if I have to wear one in 60 minutes!
So Boy G ran to the garage and whipped up a mask, grabbed his tux out of the trunk (where it has resided since the Krewe Ball) and ran upstairs to S, S, and S.
The party was about as expected. It was fun. Virtually ALL of Miss G and Boy G's friends were there. The music was good. And the cocktails were free. All in all not a bad party.
But Miss G's next ex husband wasn't there. Not that he KNOWS he is Miss G's next ex husband. Or even Miss G's next husband. Hell, he barely even speaks to Miss G. But he is FABULOUS and someday Miss G hopes to be his wife!
Until then, enjoy the pics from the event!