Overdressed?
“One of these things is not like the others, one of these thing just doesn’t belong, can you tell which thing is not like the others before I finish my song?”
Those of us parked in front of the television as children remember this song. Not young enough for that to be a childhood memory? Then try this: as the kiddies watched and listened entertaining them as we were about our chores, the haunting melody wafted through the house on the youthful voices of Sesame Street characters.
“Great, you’ve taken us back to our childhood or to early parenthood. Did I stumble into the wrong forum or was my browser corrupted by a sophomoric prank?”
Neither darlings, you are in the right place. The trip down (careful, don’t fall and hurt yourself) memory lane has a corollary. If you’ve seen my pictures from my first trip to the Moose Lounge you will understand. If you haven’t seen the pictures shame on you for missing the memories. Smile, I know you can take a little prompting in good spirits.
The Moose Lounge is a casual setting in the Greater Allentown area. “Didn’t Billy Joel write a song about Allentown?” Yes dear he did, but alas he was nowhere to be found on that evening. If he was, I’m sure he would have written a song about those unconventional girls that are such a turn on and so amazingly beautiful!
Nikki with the gals at The Moose
You have to know where to look to find the Moose. There are no ostentatious signs beckoning passersby. You could (I did) walk right past it twice!
So I join ten girlfriends for dinner at the brew house and then follow them to the Lounge. Everyone except yours truly is dressed casually. You know casual. That usually means jeans, slacks or capris, playfully feminine shirt, with a print or pattern, flats, low boots or sandals and low profile accessories.
Yours truly (that’s Nikki, not the ending to a letter, in case you’ve forgotten) is dressed in a very short blue skirt, blue blouse under a patterned blue, white and silver waist length jacket. Wait, that’s not all. I am prancing around in blue patent leather five-inch heels with a one-inch platform (yay, more foot trauma!). Nude pantyhose and flashy accessories including a mid-thigh length dress jacket with sparkling silver threads finished off the overdone look.
Getting the picture? (If not, refer to the one accompanying this article). Look at how relaxed the other three girls are. Yes they are also beautiful — a testament to the fact that the woman makes the clothes (as opposed to the clothes making the man — how droll!). Do I look out of place? Does a girl enter every shoe store she encounters?
I am a neon light in the middle of a moonless sky — a searchlight seeking a venue.
Fashion diva I aspire to be. I guess I should scope out the venue before choosing my costume. Right, and why drive when you can walk? I guess it’s an addiction. Help me out here. If I seem overdressed, try not to roll your eyes. Cup your hand gently under my elbow and take me aside. Talk to me in simple terms – you know about this blonde – and be kind. There’s hope, even for the hopeless!!!
Category: Style, Transgender Body & Soul
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