tiki tiki tiki
Mar. 29th, 2005 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I had to bend down so the light from the neighbor's house would illuminate the keyhole on my door. Good thing the elderly couple next door always leaves their bathroom light on. The large frosted window shines right on my kitchen door.
I wore my sole pair of high-heeled shoes, a slender-chunky pair of three-inchers I bought in Madrid in 1998. They're the kind with closed toes but open insteps and an ankle strap, which I have always found sexy. I'd been looking for a pair for almost a year when I spotted them.
They have no flex at all in the sole. They're my only pair of real heels. Dress-up shoes. When I walk I sound like a sexy woman. I have to place my feet with precision, and can't skitter as I usually do.
Add in a Mai Tai and a Zombie and about half of Dave's Singapore Sling and I was placing my feet with very careful precision indeed. My tolerance ain't what it used to be.
Also I've lost thigh fat and my real nylons fit me better. (Real nylons don't stretch.) These are the kind with a black Cuban heel and a rear seam. I wish I had a wardrobe to go with them. Besides the girdle.
I wish I worked in a real tiki bar. A Hotel Raffles or Trader Vic style tiki bar. Not a Kahunaville. Ugh. No.
All my great ideas for bars that couldn't miss involve historical accuracy... I wonder if my upbringing is involved in this at all.
A real tiki bar, with not just the absurd drinks, but authentic recipes, and real vintage South Pacific kitsch, and nothing corporate about them whatsoever. Researched kitsch. Period music. Consistent decor. (Not just "tropical", but "southern Pacific post-war".) And somewhat-educated staff...
I'll file that one with my Ren-Fest year-round Ye Olde Taverne Bar. (Larp nights would be Tuesdays, definitely.)
I wore my sole pair of high-heeled shoes, a slender-chunky pair of three-inchers I bought in Madrid in 1998. They're the kind with closed toes but open insteps and an ankle strap, which I have always found sexy. I'd been looking for a pair for almost a year when I spotted them.
They have no flex at all in the sole. They're my only pair of real heels. Dress-up shoes. When I walk I sound like a sexy woman. I have to place my feet with precision, and can't skitter as I usually do.
Add in a Mai Tai and a Zombie and about half of Dave's Singapore Sling and I was placing my feet with very careful precision indeed. My tolerance ain't what it used to be.
Also I've lost thigh fat and my real nylons fit me better. (Real nylons don't stretch.) These are the kind with a black Cuban heel and a rear seam. I wish I had a wardrobe to go with them. Besides the girdle.
I wish I worked in a real tiki bar. A Hotel Raffles or Trader Vic style tiki bar. Not a Kahunaville. Ugh. No.
All my great ideas for bars that couldn't miss involve historical accuracy... I wonder if my upbringing is involved in this at all.
A real tiki bar, with not just the absurd drinks, but authentic recipes, and real vintage South Pacific kitsch, and nothing corporate about them whatsoever. Researched kitsch. Period music. Consistent decor. (Not just "tropical", but "southern Pacific post-war".) And somewhat-educated staff...
I'll file that one with my Ren-Fest year-round Ye Olde Taverne Bar. (Larp nights would be Tuesdays, definitely.)
