It was a dark and stormy night. The ball was held in an old mansion called Knollwood with unchanged late 1800s decor. The lights in the chandeliers flickered frequently, and lightning bolted down and brightened the ballroom through the windows. The food and drink was mostly served on the veranda with sheets of rain gusting in.
I had several people tell me I had the prettiest dress of the evening, so the outfits were a trifle disappointing. A lot of women looked like they trotted out their floor length black dress that they had worn forever. I liked that most men actually wore tuxes. Some of the better looks included a white embroidery lace corset style with the lacing on the outside, a 1920s style off the shoulder gown with bugle beading embroidery all the way down, in an ashes of roses sort of color, and a mermaid green full taffeta skirted ball gown.
My friend Jim and I took a waltz lesson before, so we did better than most. He’s a bit better than I am. I am *not* good at following (in life as well ;-0 as dance) and tend to lead with my right foot, when alternating is sometimes required.
