Bridgerton, The Experience
Jul. 7th, 2022 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bartstationbardIt was lovely. More lovely than I expected. Jenny loved it, and managed to take one of the nicest pictures of me I've had in a long time, when I knew the camera was on me. She managed, once again, to give me tits. Which I don't have, and don't really want, but they have always been important to her. How does she manage it? This time it was the way she stuffed the phone in my bodice. And of course she made the dress.
The cast was amazing. There were a few people hired to be background characters, and they did indeed play with us. It really brought what is a set built in an empty former car dealership to life. Was that because I played back? Well, yeah, kind of, but that was what I came for. I wanted to spend a little time in a 21st century holodeck, and they delivered. There is a definite difference between the footmen (for lack of a better term, as they were people, obviously hired for service, but not to a gender or race standard) and the cast, but they were all playing along with the era and the show. Whitewolffe is in that job, and while I could clearly see Jeremy, who is cast-level skilled in this sort of thing, he was fading into the background, providing excellent service.
I did have a number of really great interactions. Of course they started with the dress, but compliments and questions on light subjects are of course the language of the ballroom. I was asked about my modiste, and connected to relations I never had, but it was spun sugar candy and lovely to play with people who know how to play "yes, and." There were only a few flamboyant background actors to be had, so I let Jenny be the fine lady, because there was a queen to notice and reverence as she passed, and the other actors to bounce briefly off of as we played make-believe in a playground for adults.
While I felt a little weird in the street, swanning about in a nineteenth century outfit, it was exactly the thing for the show. If you go, dressing up is the passport for the full experience. Current formal wear will work just as well. They will pull you into the center of things--or at least that was what happened to me, from beginning to end. The gorgeous male dancer, after his very showy entrance grabbed me to form a line. We had no idea what was going on, but it was Jenny's dream come true and I was glad to give her the body. It turned out to be a very simple country dance, and he had us all doing it and loving it in a couple of minutes. The rest was the same--and I'm not going to get into specifics because if you go, your experience will be better if I don't spoil it for you.
There are more selfie opportunities than you can shake a stick at, and plenty of footmen willing to take your picture with your camera. The easel station in the ballroom is totally fab. With your permission, they flash the pictures we all took there on the picture frames throughout the set. The cocktails are very tasty, and very expensive, and they will happily sell you all sorts of stuff to complete your outfit. Whitewolffe met me with a red tiara. She wanted it, and I was happy to wear it for her, though I came an inch from losing it on the dance floor. I got it home safe, and really enjoyed my evening as what amounts to a drag queen. I got in for free, but the experience is totally worth the price of the ticket, and if you want to feel as if you've spent an hour or two inside a Bridgerton episode, this is an E ticket ride.
I can see why Whitewolffe loves her new job--and I wish I could work there too. Retirement and choices cannot come fast enough. Two years and 5 and a half months to 62. Now I just have to make the wish possible, prosperous, and real.
The cast was amazing. There were a few people hired to be background characters, and they did indeed play with us. It really brought what is a set built in an empty former car dealership to life. Was that because I played back? Well, yeah, kind of, but that was what I came for. I wanted to spend a little time in a 21st century holodeck, and they delivered. There is a definite difference between the footmen (for lack of a better term, as they were people, obviously hired for service, but not to a gender or race standard) and the cast, but they were all playing along with the era and the show. Whitewolffe is in that job, and while I could clearly see Jeremy, who is cast-level skilled in this sort of thing, he was fading into the background, providing excellent service.
I did have a number of really great interactions. Of course they started with the dress, but compliments and questions on light subjects are of course the language of the ballroom. I was asked about my modiste, and connected to relations I never had, but it was spun sugar candy and lovely to play with people who know how to play "yes, and." There were only a few flamboyant background actors to be had, so I let Jenny be the fine lady, because there was a queen to notice and reverence as she passed, and the other actors to bounce briefly off of as we played make-believe in a playground for adults.
While I felt a little weird in the street, swanning about in a nineteenth century outfit, it was exactly the thing for the show. If you go, dressing up is the passport for the full experience. Current formal wear will work just as well. They will pull you into the center of things--or at least that was what happened to me, from beginning to end. The gorgeous male dancer, after his very showy entrance grabbed me to form a line. We had no idea what was going on, but it was Jenny's dream come true and I was glad to give her the body. It turned out to be a very simple country dance, and he had us all doing it and loving it in a couple of minutes. The rest was the same--and I'm not going to get into specifics because if you go, your experience will be better if I don't spoil it for you.
There are more selfie opportunities than you can shake a stick at, and plenty of footmen willing to take your picture with your camera. The easel station in the ballroom is totally fab. With your permission, they flash the pictures we all took there on the picture frames throughout the set. The cocktails are very tasty, and very expensive, and they will happily sell you all sorts of stuff to complete your outfit. Whitewolffe met me with a red tiara. She wanted it, and I was happy to wear it for her, though I came an inch from losing it on the dance floor. I got it home safe, and really enjoyed my evening as what amounts to a drag queen. I got in for free, but the experience is totally worth the price of the ticket, and if you want to feel as if you've spent an hour or two inside a Bridgerton episode, this is an E ticket ride.
I can see why Whitewolffe loves her new job--and I wish I could work there too. Retirement and choices cannot come fast enough. Two years and 5 and a half months to 62. Now I just have to make the wish possible, prosperous, and real.
