Tonight BF and I went to the theatre and saw opening night of a small show that is doing a national tour. I haven't really mentioned that the BF is actually quite well known in media circles and I always seem to feel oddly inept at these functions that the glitterati attend , for fear of being recognised as a fake or imposter. But together, we luxuriate on the very borders of the limelight, enjoying the benefits of privledge yet not indebted to it. It is fun and happy times.
But these socialites live for this stuff. Celebrity and Has Beens and Who Will Be's.
Not that is announced with a spotlight " hangeronerer please attend". No I dont want that kind of recognition. I think one of the most "candid camera" moments was when I attended a charity christmas benefit and I realised I had given the very "married" santa a hot candle wax massage with the happy ending. Jingle Balls!
Have to go now.. its late ( I havent forgotten to finish the story - just have to stop all these functions - just doing my bit for high society or so they think ;) )
When the theatre darkens and the orchestras first notes sift up to the balcony, I look down on the punters below and I think how did I get here ?
I'm not fancy at all.
Then I just watch the show yet dare not to blink in case I fall.