Copyright ZZ Rain returned to Vancouver with vengeance, ending several weeks of
clear, sunny, but cold weather. Normally a Monday like this in
mid December would be drab. It probably was for most folks, but
Shannon and I are not most people. We are two flamboyant trannies
who were riding a cab to Mz Adrien's dwelling (see write-up on
Coronation Ball), dressed for the season, and already semi-looped by
1:00 p.m. We were looking forward to our afternoon Christmas
luncheon with fellow sisters. I had not been to one of these
gatherings since Halloween, Shannon even longer. We arrived
fashionably late sporting fun, but different looks. My girl was
wearing a Santa hat, red blouse, black leather skirt, red fishnets, and
customized boots simulating St. Nick's white, fur-topped ones.
Christmas baubles for earrings perfected the yuletide
presentation. I wore my short, blonde Marilyn Munro wig, sparkly
red dress, Cuban heel seamed stockings, garter belt, sensible
four-inch pumps, and gold accessories. I felt retro
glamorous. We warmly greeted the dozen or so girls in attendance,
before mixing ginormous cocktails from our supply.
Lunch was
delicious with open turkey sandwiches, stuffing, veggies, cranberry
sauce, and lots of gravy. The ambience was festive and
Christmassy: music, mistletoe, and a vividly adorned tree. After
everyone had eaten their fill, Patty the other hostess, drew names for
the gift exchange. I bagged a pair of faux antique, oval picture
frames. After presents, the girls all took turns for photos in
front of the tree. Throughout the afternoon I enjoyed connecting
with Seanna, her first time out in public as a T-Girl, Rosella from
Vancouver Island, a perky, sweet little gal, and Patty; we talked about
converting some of my drag performances from VHS to DVD or a computer
friendly format. I particularly enjoyed interacting physically
with Shannon - sensual, discreet touches and caresses at opportune
moments. After hearing some candid and often raunchy tales from
Mz Adrien, we decided to bid everyone remaining, adieu, and head
home. While we were waiting in the lobby for a cab, several
people entering and leaving the building commented on our physical
charms - always nice for any girl. We arrived home late in the
afternoon and snuggled on the sofa by the fireplace. Alternating
between intellectual talks, silly girl banter, drinking, and serious
playing we managed to keep a healthy buzz going late into the
evening. After Shannon left, I was still feeling very warm,
fuzzy, and satisfied. Somehow, I drifted off to la-la-land without much fuss. Copyright ZZ
December 20, 2005 |