Brilliant Dark Victorian Bash

Since this is my first costume ball in Caledon, I felt it was only appropriate to write a little on it. The Dark Victorian ball was a dance to benifit the SLRFL. So, I dressed in my finests darkest Victorianist dress and set off for the dance...
Upon arriving in Tanglewood, I could see what looked like hundreds of little green Ts on my little map. When I got to the location that was to be where the dance was, I was a bit winded, but saw my friend Alphonso Avalanche waiting by some signs. Despite all the little markers I saw not a sole other than him. He explained that there were two ways to get to the dance above (Aha!), one to teleport, and the other to ride in his hot air balloon. But of course I would choose the latter! And I am very glad I did. Here is a picture of us (Mr Newbe Writer also was taking he senic rout with us). You can see my brother's beanstalk and Mr Mordecai Skaggs' dirigable in the background. An absolutely stunning view of Tanglewood.


Mr Avalanche delivered us safe and sound to the platform on which the dance was held. Mr Writer and I had a lovely, though brief chat about Ladie's Overzealous Gentlemen Deterents, and then we went our seperate ways to mingle.

I first came across Miss Lapin Paris.
She was absolutely stunning in a green dress.














As I looked around I saw a couple of particularly memorable outfits. Brandy Rasmusun had on a spectacularly textured Ren dress, and a stunningly gorgous avi.
Pipsqueak Fiddlesticks had on the most perfect gothic darling outfit I've seen in SL yet.






























And of course, a party is not complete without its resident Jagermonster



Mr Edward Pearse was spinning that evening, a fantasic mix of deeply goth music. Here he is with his lovely wife Christine McAllister and Lady Gabrielle Riel.

Here I am, dancing madly away

Following are some of the other lovely folks there dancing their hearts out...

Though some danced more than just their hearts out. Mr Hotspur Otoole was going to pieces over the music selection.

Miss Virrginia Tombola arrived most spectacularly, on her Night Mare of a horse.


Most unfortunately I had to hurry off shortly after this, as there was some in world business I had to attend to, but here are a couple more pictures I couldn't help but add...

Would it be bad of me to say the music was so good it could cause someone to loose their mind?

One gent seemed a bit lost, but I believe he found his way later.



OMG CHICKENS!

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again?

That's all for this little piggy's post. Ta!