Sans mink and sans handbag!
Where on earth did he get to?
They'll never guess that
I whipped this little number
up on the Singer;
Charlie Worth taught me a lot!
Ah, there he is, admiring me from afar;
Be right with you Mr. Darcy darling!
What a hunk.
How on earth?
"Lady in red is dancing with me,
cheek to cheek."
Why, it's Willow and WT!
On aurait pu nous inviter aussi!
"Gatecrashers; they weren't invited.
Let's get a drink, ladies. Ooh, my, what a choice,
Cristal and Louis Roederer!!"
Cheers!
The dance lessons paid off!
Whoo-hooo!!!
The banquet hall awaited.....
A wonderful attendance
of Willow's bloggy friends.
The fare was wonderful!
I presented the hostess with the mostest with a little gift
that I think she'll get a lot of use out of -
19th Century French Lorgnette
Back to the dancing....
Some people just don't have any decorum!
Herr Mozart and Orchestra; a delight!
And the wonderful Bryn Terfel,
Master of Ceremonies.
I had the last waltz
with a tall, dark and handsome hunk;
he's got my number.
I wonder where Mr. Darcy is?
We must leave before the witching hour.
Ahem, Mr. Darcy? Mr. Darcy!
Willow and Mr Maalie danced
into the the wee, small hours.
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LATER, MUCH LATER, Willow couldn't be found. Rumour has it that she was in some sleepy hollow near the ninth gate with that libertine from hell, Johnny Depp, eating chocolates. They left through a secret window and fled to his private resort at world's end somewhere in the Caribbean.
The man who cried, WT, said this morning that Depp was a dead man!
Willow, wherever you are, we had a fantastic time and thank you for your kind invitation!! See you next year! Maybe.