i know... i know i said i'd update you on sunday, but all day was spent in recovery mode prone on the couch in front of the telly with the ceiling fan on, occasionally getting up to get myself a glass of water, or to spray myself with cool water mist, then lie down again. needless to say saturday night was huge, and everyone looked absolutely amazing.
upon initial arrival we all exclaimed at each other's dapper-ness, even went so far as to question why we didn't dress in forties fomal attire all the time? there were many delicious boys in three piece suits, and many delectable ladies in red-carpet-worthy gowns... but them the heat kicked in and boy, was that fun. i think i might have lost a few millimetres off my thighs, such was the effect of the heavy brocade skirt and multiple layers of petticoat i was wearing. we had a swing dancing lesson or two which was fun, but the evening (for me at least) consisted of drinking copious amounts of champagne and white wine, and having several long-winded ( and curiously incomplete) conversations. all in all, fun times. the only regret i have of the evening: if i had known in advance that there was an adult-sized wading pool on-site, i would have taken a change of clothes... instead i watched wistfully at the water's edge as four from the aforementioned delicious/dapper/delectable set stripped off, jumped in and (cigarettes and wine glasses aloft) proceeded to work together to make a most impressive whirlpool...