carnaval brasileiro, austin, 2009

in carnaval gear............................

pax, juana, and teop...........

i was dressed rather modestly, though i had rouged. i didn't wear the pasties. later i was told that my bra was transparent, but i didn't notice it at the time. i ditched the hat, and wore the mask all night. i also stuck with the seamed fishnets though i liked the other hose i had better (striped) but that other pair wouldn't stay up on my skinny little legs.

the shoes were utter death. but fabulous looking. omg i could barely walk in them. and worse to dance in them..........there were parts of the night where i literally had to remove the shoes and hobble along on the icy floor.

the corset was very spectactular though i don't recommend it. there was a point where i thought i was hyperventilating, because it was squeezing me an i had a horrible sensation of unbearable constriction. it was almost like claustrophobia. it is just bearable when standing upright, but sitting in a corset for long periods is nearly unendurable.

pax went as nacho libre.......

he'd been to lucy in disguise, which is a funky costume place on congress. very austin, very old school. he got tons of compliments and was photographed a few times. he was a bit cold though. we were joined by a friend of mine from work and we also had been trying to find poet. i didn't expect him and the vast cavernous auditorium was pretty dark and loud. it was not a repeat of last year's shouting but there were plenty of texts going back and forth and we just were totally unable to see him in the mass of people.

finally he told us to just go to a particular corner and so we did, and while we were loitering around staring at the various plumage that was parading before us, we happened to look over at one of the makeshift portable bars, and there he was, tying his shoe. i had to laugh because even bent over doing something as mundane as this, poet is still incredible.

poet looked spectacular, as usual................

he wore the same outfit from new year's. last year he wore a similar ensemble but it was black. it amused me very much as he was wearing combat boots (last year he had bare feet) and the sole was taped with duct tape on one foot.

but no matter. teop's adornments were his incredible physique, and amazing skin. he was utterly mesmerizing and it amused me because drunk besotted women were totally flinging themselves on him and hanging on him, staring up at him with completely adoring faces.

this was actually the last memory of poet at carnaval i have, for i left for home afters...........................



there really is no way to express accurately or describe the pageantry of the night. and it boggles the mind to imagine that this little event is completely nothing compared to the real brazilian carnaval..........