Our friend Dean invited us to spend the weekend with him in Santa Cruz, where he had rented a beach house for a vacation. Whenever Doc and I go to SC, we love to look for clothes in the thrift shops. I found a crazy ballroom gown, which I quickly dubbed the “Circe Lannister dress,” for reasons which should fast become obvious.
I plan on removing the sleeves. And maybe embroidering some roaring lions on it.
I thought that I would have to host a Game of Thrones party as an excuse to wear this thing, but then it just so happened that a part of a neighbor’s driveway crumbled away, forming a hole in the roof of a cave. A hole which spurts magnificent streams of seawater into the sky. A hole which was quickly dubbed, “The Blowhole.”
This is a video of the Blowhole in all its glory: http://vimeo.com/87906893 (I didn’t personally film it, but many have done so). We got to watch the blowhole spurt its jets of water every high tide from the comfort of the beach house.
And then somebody suggested I visit the Blowhole in my Circe Lannister dress. Which, of course, I did. Because that was an excellent idea.
I didn’t get any reactions whatsoever. Nobody stared or even seemed to notice. So there is a woman wearing a ballroom gown visiting the Blowhole. So what? I suppose it is Santa Cruz, after all.
I didn’t post any photos of myself in the gown with the Blowhole in the shot, because really it just looked like me in a gown next to a bunch of people milling about in front of a condemned house with cops telling everybody to move along. I hope you enjoyed the pictures of me on the beach instead.