Stick-on bras, musical chestnuts and other musings.

So last night, I'm getting ready to go to my work Christmas party. I had the perfect dress and shoes. Delicate, pointy, squared toed mules, crossed with straps mid foot in the same muted black as the dress a ¾ length backless slip dress with a slightly droopy, halter neckline tied with two pink sashes.
Now as you can imagine, you have to be creative when wearing a dress like this. You can't wear the conventional bra. I asked around. Word on the street was, stick-ons worked, at least that was what they had heard from a friend who wore them once. So I purchased black c cups and went on my merry way.
Tonight's the night and I'm standing in front of a mirror, my hair is up in rollers, make-up's done, and I'm trying to put the double-sided tape on the little cuppies and failing badly. I finally manage to get the first one on, I took a look in the mirror to examine my handy work. Now, maybe, just maybe, I'm not as big as I thought I was, or maybe the gargantuan black prow attached to my chest was someone's idea of generosity. The cup stuck out at an odd 45 degree angle, my breast resembled an ice cream sundae, so I though I'd trim a little off here, and a little there, and by god, the more I cut the more angles there were. 'Til finally I stuck out, completely unnaturally and then I tenderly removed the offending restraint.
Now, what was a girl to do?
I have never gone braless, not even to the grocery store. So last night, the girls went free. The weather was cold and the banquet room wasn't much warmer and the girls stood at attention most of the night. It was kind of liberating.
I had stipulated, because of the bounce factor, I would do no polkas and damn if they didn't play Rah, Rah, Rasputin by Boney M. And I got to thinking; there are songs that have a life of their own at weddings, work functions, bar/t mitzvahs, everybody knows them, but you never hear them anyplace else… these chestnuts are the old dj-in-a-box standards. And do wedding singers sing the same old tunes everywhere or are there regional favourites?

Anny whooo! the food was terrible but I had a blast.