Sunday morning of Queen Mary Art Deco Festival, we arose chipper and cheerful, with a lightness in our step and bright eyes ready to meet the day…and if you believe that then I’ll also tell you I’m a size 2, wasp-waisted 23-year old who always wears stockings and 5- inch heels. My red lipstick never fades, my waist-length hair is always perfectly coiffed, and my breath smells of rose blossoms. Yeah, I didn’t think you were that gullible.
Sunday morning was wretched. Not because we had a hangover. It was just because we had to pick up our Little Man from grandma’s house. So we awoke at 6:@#&%45 a.m. Ugh! Fortunately, Paul took pity on me and went to pick up our wee one (who happens to come boob-level to me now, so he’s not so wee anymore) and left me in the room to order room service, wash the cigar smoke out of my hair, and try to be presentable for the 10:00 a.m. lecture.
Sunday’s lectures included When Deco Rode the Rails and Music Moderne. I was especially tickled when I made a surprise appearance in the DecoNautica: Ship-Shape Structures & Sailor Style in the Art Deco Era presentation.
We didn’t have much time to linger as immediately after the first lecture we rushed over to…
And there we munched on sandwiches and cake and sipped cups of tea while listening to Ian Whitcomb and the Bungalow Boys.
We ducked out of the tea early to sample some Gin Bucks while we got ready for the evening entertainment, which consisted of…
Things I must remember for next time? More clothes! Honestly, I could have used another cocktail dress for Sunday night. I actually wore the same dress I wore to the tea (Quelle Horreur!)
Must also stock more booze for my room, because the drinks on board were shockingly weak. If you’re going to spend that much money on liquor (looking at my room charges made me grey) you want to at least have appreciated the experience.
I think next time I need to also skip out on some of the lectures. Not because the lectures weren’t interesting, but because I didn’t get to spend nearly enough time exploring this gorgeous ship, which brings me to…
What can I say, I’m hooked. When I was growing up in Long Beach, the Queen Mary wasn’t something I could appreciate. It was run down and shabby. I couldn’t see her for what she was.
As I got older, I learned to appreciate her more and now I’m obsessed. She’s gorgeous! Still rough around the edges, but with the preservation efforts underway, thanks in part to the ADSLA, she is taking on more of her classical charm.
If you love art, she is a treasure trove of moderne art – one of the largest collections in the world. It’s all in the details. I like to think that as I get older my beauty won’t fade, but transitions into something more classical and timeless. Maybe by the time I am as old as the Queen Mary, I’ll have a whiff of her charm and elegance about me. We’ll see. Right now I’m just trying to cope with my war paint tan lines (more on that another time) and squidgy middle.
I definitely have PMS – Post Moderne Syndrome.
Next up – The Los Angeles Opening of What Katie Did.