By the time you read this, the saga of the unintended puppies will be over, much to our relief. They have flown off to Idaho where the careless breeder will be careful to pass them on to happy homes. Nine weeks of taking care of nine puppies is about nine times too long and nine times too many!
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Sue and I recently returned from a trip to
Washington DC where we were celebrating our 29th wedding anniversary. That’s right, I was married while still an infant. Why Washington DC? No particular reason except our first visit together was too short, and we have been wanting to go back. It is a great city in which to be a tourist, since there is so much to see and experience. No heel time, but the fun of taking a moonlight Segway tour pretty much made up for that.
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The day after we returned from our trip, it was my great honor to attend a commitment ceremony for my friends Maureen and Dave. Dave has been the driving force behind TNT, the LGBTQ youth group in Joliet. Maureen is the wonderful lady who is willing to put up with Dave. As I previously reported, they decided that they would postpone a “legal” marriage until such time as their many friends in the LGBT community are able to marry freely.
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Sue and I recently returned from a trip to
Washington DC where we were celebrating our 29th wedding anniversary. That’s right, I was married while still an infant. Why Washington DC? No particular reason except our first visit together was too short, and we have been wanting to go back. It is a great city in which to be a tourist, since there is so much to see and experience. No heel time, but the fun of taking a moonlight Segway tour pretty much made up for that.*****
The day after we returned from our trip, it was my great honor to attend a commitment ceremony for my friends Maureen and Dave. Dave has been the driving force behind TNT, the LGBTQ youth group in Joliet. Maureen is the wonderful lady who is willing to put up with Dave. As I previously reported, they decided that they would postpone a “legal” marriage until such time as their many friends in the LGBT community are able to marry freely.
The ceremony was held in a forest preserve down Joliet way. Long-time readers will not be surprised to hear that I had been pondering for weeks just what to wear. The Bride and Groom planned to wear black, while the Maid of Honor and the Best Man would be wearing copper to match beads in the Bride’s dress. Wearing a nice dress seemed inappropriate for a forest preserve ceremony in the fall, so I opted for a woolen, plaid skirt and boots. I had planned to match this with a turtleneck sweater and a camel jacket (a very IN color this fall I understand), but unexpected moderate weather convinced me to wear a short-sleeve blouse instead.
During all my planning, I had firmly in mind that the ceremony was at 3:00 PM. I intended to give myself plenty of time to make all preparations and to make the drive to Joliet in advance of the ceremony. Fortunately as I was thinking about starting my preparations, I double-checked the invitation. Ceremony at 2:00! So much for leisurely preparation and early arrival. Thankfully, I managed to arrive just as the ceremony was about to begin. It was a beautiful ceremony.
After the ceremony I had the opportunity to greet a number of young people that I met during my visits to TNT when I talked about being transgendered. I must say that it was a wonderful feeling to have these young adults greet me with happy words and warm hugs. It makes me think that maybe I helped a little.
I should mention that I was the only MtF crossdresser in attendance (I think), but to be fair, the
Best Man was crossdressed for the occasion. Desiree (generally known as Des) has been Dave’s partner in leading the TNT group. In agreeing to be Dave’s Best Man, she felt it was only proper to dress the part. So in addition to black dress slacks, she wore a nice copper dress shirt, and an impecably knotted copper necktie. She was truly a stud. Maureen and Dave made me feel very special at their ceremony, and I am very grateful for that and for their friendship. These are two people who are thoroughly straight, but who truly support all of us through their love and their open and welcoming approach to life.
Before I move on, let me say this. It is very unlikely that I will ever be a bride. But, I do wonder, will I ever have a chance to be a bridesmaid?
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The very next weekend was to be the annual Halloween Extravaganza hosted by Transformations and Skyscraper Heels. I have been attending this party regularly for the last several years, and this year was to be no exception. I was particularly looking forward to seeing my friend Stacey since this is the only time that she gets out each year.
As always, I was in a quandry about what to wear. Believe it or not, I have some scruples about what I wear. I will not wear a sexy female umpire costume because I am hopelessly disinterested in sports. I will not wear a sexy Strawberry Shortcake costume because my daughter used to watch Strawberry Shortcake. I will not wear a sexy taxi driver costume because yellow is not my color. The other problem is that all of the really good looking costumes seem to be the ones that cost over $100, when my budget is 12 shiny pennies and a bit of pocket lint.
So, I decided to take a different approach. I would use some things from my own closet and come as a fantasy; somebody’s fantasy. But that did not quite work out as planned. Just days before the party, Stacey let me know that a family obligation was going to prevent her from attending. I was disappointed and considered not going at all. But rather than waste a Saturday night of prime heel time, I decided to give our friend Sarah a call.
It is time for one of my infamous digressions. Some of you are probably aware that Sarah recently went through facial surgery as a step in aligning the external self with the internal self. Well, the Halloween party was just 3 weeks after the surgery, and she really did not think that she would be ready for a big evening out. Honestly, I saw her the first week after the surgery, and I was afraid it would be many months before she would be ready to resume our plans to terrorize Muggles wherever they could be found.
I called Sarah to see if she was up to some company. I thought perhaps I would take dinner to her house and we could eat, drink and chat. To my surprise, she expressed a desire to get out of the house for a while and have a bit of fun. At that point, the party sounded like it would be a bit much for Sarah’s first appearance with her new look, so we opted to meet for a drink and dinner.
We met at the Melting Pot so we could say hello to our friend Nina (who looks absolutely
fabulous and now has a BOYfriend, wow!). I must say that I was stunned by the changes in Sarah’s appearance. She was still a bit swollen in places, but she looked great. I had not really anticipated the reality of the changes. I think she looks like Calista Flockhart (Ally McBeal/Kitty Walker), but with some meat on her bones (pardon the choice of words). As we had drinks and chatted, I could not help gawking at her. Her face truly is more feminine now. Nice job Dr. Z! To digress again, I told Sarah that an Indian restaurant might be nice for dinner as curry sounded good to me. So she directed me to a place that she said had good curry. It turned out that the restaurant was actually Chinese and there was no curry on the menu. However, the owner seemed to be Indian as did the majority of the customers. Of course our waitress was Russian and the hostess was French. Go figure. Oh, there was an Indian restaurant in the same strip mall. I suspect the owner was Chinese. Diversity is wonderful!
After a very good dinner, Sarah decided she was not ready to go home yet, so we decided to crash the Halloween party. We did not really crash. Rori has been much too special for that. When we arrived, we went to Rori and told her our tale. Since dinner was over, she graciously allowed us to stay, provided that we bought some drinks at the bar. Tough duty, but we do our bit for the cause. Oh barkeep!
There was a good turnout for the party, and most of the guests were in
costume. I felt bad that I had worn a skirt suitable for dining at a family restaurant instead of the micro-mini, pleated skirt I had intended to wear. In honor of breast cancer awareness month I had worn my special pink pearl bracelet and a hot pink scarf. But without the ultra short skirt, no one could appreciate my matching hot pink panties. Rats. Of course with the way that eyes were constantly turning to watch the photographer’s assistant, no one would have noticed my panties anyway, even if I left off the skirt entirely! Sigh. We stayed long enough to see the awarding of the prizes in the costume contest, but by then Sarah had reached her limit. I walked her to her car and intended to go back to the party. But I realized that I too was tired and ready for the drive home. A party pooper again.
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Can you believe that we are about to enter the holiday season? Simply amazing how time does manage to fly by. So, be sure to grab hold of opportunities to be happy and to do things that make your life worth living. And if those opportunities should happen to bring us together in the coming days, please share a hug with me. Hugs are one of the best things about being a girl (that and the skirts, and the stockings, and the heels, and lingerie, and . . . )
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Hugs, Greer
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Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions? Please send to me at greercd@hotmail.com
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