New Year`s masked ball in Texas? Surely!
“ Despite the USA, did not lose passion... “
From a song of Gogol Bordello group.
The next New year came, and we with the best friend began to think of that, to have fun as if with value, but not just to drink - to have a snack.
The American tradition - at midnight to fall out on the yard in ridiculous caps and to play the pipe pipes - somehow not really answered our mysterious Russian souls. It seemed somehow melkovato... Therefore we decided that we will arrange a masked ball! With prizes and awards.
Prizes and awards were such - three prizes for the best suit: " champagne bottle; Widow Clicquot “ for the first place, a " champagne bottle; Tottinger “ for the second and a " champagne bottle; Freixenet “ for the third. The decision - anonymous vote of all present guests (and my friend is less, than 30 people on parties do not collect).
I began to think feverishly. I will honestly tell that I prefer champagne to all other wines, but also - I am very hazardous at heart. So, it is given: I and my American husband. It is necessary: to create pair of suits - the hands, of course - to win more champagne and to blow the mind of guests at a New Year`s party!
Here I should make some retreat in the past. Still when I was the child, namely in the fourth class, mummy dressed up me on a New Year`s ball the devil... All other girls were snowflakes or princesses, and I was the devil! In a black mask from a mamochkiny stocking, with the sewed beard and moustaches from astrakhan fur, with horns from plasticine. The suit completed a tail with the wire inserted into it so I could twirl by it, and a black training suit. Nobody recognized me, and I won the first prize!
After that with sixth on the tenth class I was Baba-yaga - the same idea, but a stocking of corporal color with a nose and a wart, a sundress from a potato bag, a hump and the broom.
By the way, having arrived to America, I continued every Halloween women - ezhiny tradition, only now I was called a witch. But there was a wish for something the newcomer and the husband it was necessary to dress up somehow... Not a Baba-yaga!
Within several days I looked narrowly at it, and suddenly the idea knocked me the Newtonian apple on the top. The couple of hours was taken by preparation of a suit for the husband. When it, tired, came from work, I, having fed him with a dinner, showed result. As I also expected, he with enthusiasm agreed to the offered image and a suit. In total - I married the outstanding person! Not everyone would agree to appear in public in such look... For rubbing of machine glasses, and also my old wig decorated with me obgryzenny chicken bones I built an exclusive suit from a cut of fur fabric and a piece of suede - the prehistoric person!
My suit was more modest: I decided to act as the fortuneteller. It was simple to carry out this role - I was given short weight by all jewelry which were available for me, fastened on a tarot card belt, on a shoulder put a toy black cat, painted a muzzle of the person a little - and is ready. As I am able to tell fortune, the image was quite truthful, here only the cat`s carcass strongly prevented to have a good time.
Our emergence at a party did not take place unnoticed, and when there came vote time, “ Widow Clicquot “ got to my husband, me - “ Tottinger “ and the my friend dressed by Cleopatra received “ Freixenet “ which we also drank at midnight together with other guests, without having forgotten to podudet just in case in pipes. .