Throw down at the Thurlow hunt ball
Sorry, I seem to have muddled up my posts. I am not that computer literate and have no idea how to get them back in order. No matter, onward and upward!
After the point to point the girls took me home to rest and dress for the big hunt ball that evening.
I hauled my tuxedo, evening shoes and top hat over for this one event so it better be worth it!
I had my dressing cocktail, clicked on some Noel Coward (the only person to listen to when dressing in black tie) and dolled up for the evening.
The Kiddy's picked me up at my cottage around 6 and we made the rounds collecting friends around the area. We finally made it to the ball around 7:30 eager for a drink.
The event was held in a 500-year-old barn completely restored and decked out in a wintry theme. As soon as we walked in we were offered champagne as we hung our coats ourselves. I like the mix of elegant and relaxed. Hanging your own coat while men in tailcoats offer fizz.
It was all very fashion week set in the country! There were young sassy looking lassies in purple pumps and pink gowns. A Patrick McMullan-esque man was in the entrance hall to take pictures of all the guests and the booze flowed. The most impressive dressers were the leaders of the hunt. They wore their red coats with light blue lapels (the color of the Thurlow club), white ascots and gold pins.
All of the people I met were good fun and went on to become more amusing after they cleared their tables of the champagne and wine.
We sat for dinner and Jeremy had us all switch seats after starters, which was a great way to meet more people. We dined on Guinea Hen, which was a real treat and topped it off with sticky toffee pudding, one of my English favorites.
By now everyone was going on all cylinders and after a toast to the Queen the DJ revved up the turntables and everyone hit the dance floor.
I stood in a corner taking it all in. A rarity for me! I noticed lots of people I had seen at the point to point were in attendance and some of them looked like they would be good fun. One of the guys in question ran into me in the bathroom. Donning my top hat and taking a 'waz' as people say over here he looks over at me and slurs, 'So are you a magician or what?"
"Well no I'm not but you should see what I can pull out of my hat!"
With that he about barrels over laughing and we hang out for the evening with his gang boozing up and talking about New York. He is the one holding the wine bottle in one hand and a lady in another.
Hmm.. Reminds me of a quote I recently heard- "Always grab your ladies by the waste and your bottle by the neck!"
I finally hit the dance floor with Gilly for 'Love Shack' and later with Cleo for an array of boozy tunes. I was thoroughly irritated that we had run out of champagne so I bought a bottle and Cleo and I hid it in the corner, hitting it after each song.
And THAT my friends is all I remember.
The Kiddy's have been way to polite to tell me what happened the rest of the evening. All I know is that the ball was truly Top Drawer.