Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Le Travesti

"So, we're going to this club later, you should come," said Marcuse. "Good music, a nice bottle, really beautiful people..."

"And where is this club?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Right off the Champs Elysées," he answered, the street name falling like a gift from his mouth.

I burst out laughing. "Dude," I said, "do I look like I would hang out around the Champs Elysées?

"In fact, yes."

I looked down at myself and (dear God) it was true. To begin with, there were the heels.

Those who know me know I don't wear heels. They function in my life much like cigarettes - looking cool on other people but ridiculous whenever I try them. Through the mauvaise influence of friends, however, I am tottering into a new phase.

To continue, there was the dress - a black fitted thing and, well, strapless. Friends know that I don't wear dresses. Or if I do, they are wildly-colored 60s flares with the lingering scent of some Edna.

In trying to fit in for what I knew would be a fancy party, I'd transformed myself into a magnet for investment (bankers). Poor Marcuse was a victim of false advertising. He recoiled - as I was asserting the merits of dive bars - like I was showing him my penis.

Just two nights earlier, I was in a different sort of costume. I was reviewing a concert at La Maroquinerie, wearing filthy Converse and a ¡Forward, Russia! t-shirt. I had covered the tee with a cardigan at work, and changed shoes under my desk before leaving. My co-workers remain clueless about the indie rock Superhero in their midst.

Sunday night, before my first improv theater class, I stood baffled in front of the mirror. "White face paint?" I wondered. "Black turtleneck?"

Who am I kidding...

14 comments:

Marc-O said...

But le Baron is also not so far off the Champs and bearable...

Adrian said...

You have a penis??!

le Meg said...

Indeed I do. Now aren't you GLAD that I wouldn't sleep with you?

nardac said...

Watch out Meg... he's probably still clucking away somewhere.

Anyways... yeah... come to my show. It'll be fun, but try to sneak in something bubbly if you can. You know I don't do mousseux.

Rodger said...

Your various costume changes mirror my own lately: Chic Hipster to Sloppy Undergrad, all it takes is an oversized sweater and a pair of disgusting sneakers!

michelle said...

oh boy, i'm tiny and i don't wear heels either.

MATTHEW ROSE said...

Is it that clothes make the woman or the woman makes the clothes?

Edvard Moonke said...

*drool*

Edvard Moonke said...

*drool*

le Meg said...

Nardac, who has a blog of her own (Holy Smokes!!) is referencing her upcoming concert Saturday night at the Point Ephémére. I've never seen her play out, but can at least guarantee that she'll look good.

And yes, Edvard, that is a smoking hot picture of Tim Curry.

Hope said...

My new year's resolution is to wear heels more often. (not difficult to keep)

Adrian said...

Tim Curry's a cool guy. I take care of him when he comes to Paris, BOK!

E. said...

Ah, the lingering scent of some Edna...

chris said...

better than the lingering scent of the replay lounge...