You couldn't be less than head-turning if you tried

blink That honestly wasn't a whimper for reassurance - it's just that this is a working party for me, the main result being, well, a sensational party for the sixty or so people. If this was something like Nic's company party, where I had to do the whole "woman on arm, look good" deal, I'd get into old rocker girlfriend headspace and spend serious time on it. But's organising-mode (not to mention caterer-mode) is all the way different. Takes a different form of concentration.

So I'll dress suitably for the party, but there won't be any effort on the "oh, wow" effect. And honestly, Fay, you met me three years ago. Between midlife and MS, gravity and my jawline have got into a serious deathmatch. Gravity is winning.

And the Max Studio dress really did just sit there on me. The way it drapes, it's made for cleavage. Ridiculous as it is to have double-D cups and no cleavage in sight, well, there you go. Mme. Vortex, OTOH? She and that dress are a match made in sempstress heaven.

And damn, nearly forgot - Consuela, you said you're bringing extra guests, yes? Can you - this holds true for anyone bringing extra people - make sure to go back to the Prom attendance link in Press, and click the Yes box the appropriate number of times? I'm going to need to sit down and give Lilibeth and Eva the hard count sometime during the next couple of weeks.

That honestly wasn't a whimper for reassurance

Oh, God, I know that - I really can't imagine you whimpering, or fishing for compliments.

I, too, have no idea what I'm going to wear to Prom. I suppose I ought to start getting to work on that.

Juliana, if you don't get a check from me in the next week, yell at me. I keep forgetting to send the damn thing.

I have nothing to wear to Prom. Well, I have a few different shoe options, but no clothes. Hmmm...

Naked with sporadic changes of footwear would probably go down well with our crowd.

And by go down, I do mean porn.

I have no idea what I'm going to wear to Prom. Probably *not* a corset, oddly enough.

Being male, I probably won't give any thought to what I'm wearing to Prom until it comes time to pack.

You may begin the hating of my smarmy-ass self now.

You may begin the hating of my smarmy-ass self now.

Just for that, we may strongarm you into a hotel closet and force you into one of ND's kilts.

considers for a moment

Huh.

Okay, maybe not.

And Fay, heh. Yep. If I need love, I generally stand up and say "Things suck. Need love. Hurry the hell up and ADORE me, already!"

Shameless are me.