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Apr. 27th, 2008
Dances of Vice
Apr. 27th, 2008 12:38 pmLast night we went to Dances of Vice with a ton of people, and it was a blast. Everyone looked fabulous and while there were the usual tourists (people that wore jeans and stupid t-shirts that said things like "opium den" and came to look at the freaks because they read the New York Times piece), most everyone made an effort and it was so nice to be around people who understood the idea of tailoring and there were men in braces (I need trousers with braces) and hats (although, really, hats are not for inside, but I realize that for a lot of guys in this day and age the hat is the first line of retro style choices and removing it sort of defeats the purpose).
Aside from being in a gorgeous location, and giving me an excuse to dance to big band music with Patty (didn't realize how much I liked that until I had someone I was comfortable being close to and leading; also the current TW/DW fixation makes such pleasures deeply amusing for fannish reasons too), it featured a performance from Daniel Isengart (listen here) who was a mesmeric imp of a cabaret singer with an amazing voice, hillarious theatricality and that uncanny ability to make prolonged and wicked eye-contact with each and ever person in the room.
By the end of the night there was confetti on the floor, empty liquor bottles leaning up against the wall and huge groups of friends posing for photographs and the whole affair felt like the Ivy League secret society formal none of us had ever had.
I decided that we simply had to have a group shot of all of us, and started calling it the Torchwood Christmas party, much to most people's amusement or at least forebearance (thank you, Patty) and have promised everyone a fic out of it. Although, now I'm tempted to get everyone to scan their photos from the evening (there are two others, here and here) throw them up on a community and try to get people to use them as prompts for Torchwood OC fics.
So who wants to play?
Meanwhile, I could have danced all night....
Aside from being in a gorgeous location, and giving me an excuse to dance to big band music with Patty (didn't realize how much I liked that until I had someone I was comfortable being close to and leading; also the current TW/DW fixation makes such pleasures deeply amusing for fannish reasons too), it featured a performance from Daniel Isengart (listen here) who was a mesmeric imp of a cabaret singer with an amazing voice, hillarious theatricality and that uncanny ability to make prolonged and wicked eye-contact with each and ever person in the room.
By the end of the night there was confetti on the floor, empty liquor bottles leaning up against the wall and huge groups of friends posing for photographs and the whole affair felt like the Ivy League secret society formal none of us had ever had.
I decided that we simply had to have a group shot of all of us, and started calling it the Torchwood Christmas party, much to most people's amusement or at least forebearance (thank you, Patty) and have promised everyone a fic out of it. Although, now I'm tempted to get everyone to scan their photos from the evening (there are two others, here and here) throw them up on a community and try to get people to use them as prompts for Torchwood OC fics.
So who wants to play?
Meanwhile, I could have danced all night....