Showing posts with label Eva. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eva. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 August 2008

Jump, Jive and Wail

My dear cousin the Duchess of Loch Avie organised a 1940s theme dance for Thursday night. The wonderful setting created by Iason Hassanov, was complimented by the tunes provided by Otenth Pederborn of Radio Riel.


The "hanger dance" theme was spot on


Managed to catch a dance with Lady Bryndal


Not sure if they were called the Raquets or the Double Dutchesses.


Finally my own Duchess arrived and we had a few dances.


Before popping over to Steeltopia to catch the end of Duchess Woopass's set for the night

It was a nice change to pop out and be sociable. If only time would let me do it more often.

Wednesday, 30 January 2008

Burns Night, Steelhead and Dancing Drop Bears

Friday night saw something a little different as far as Caledon events. While Caledon is quite up front about it's Scottish heritage (though you'd have to use small words to explain it to some) usually this involves a dance with a Scots theme. Friday night was the traditional Burns Night Supper to commemorate the anniversary of the birth of one of Scotland's greatest poets. To celebrate, Her Grace of Loch Avie and Miss Soliel Snook organised a sit down dinner.



Complete with tatties and neeps, haggis, plenty of whisky and the traditional reading of various poems and historical anecdotes.

Yours truly was providing the music but my typist encountered some early problems requiring a complete system shutdown. Thankfully Her Grace of Carntaigh was onhand to cover for me while he instituted Emergency Repair Procedures.



The it was on with the dancing with some Scottish themed tunes.

Saturday night was Steelhead's formal for the month with the theme of "Steelhead" (possibly about as close to having a western theme as it's likely to get) which I dressed as Sheriff Jobias Barthelmess...



But I couldn't stay long as I was running my own Australia Day party in Caledon Cay.


Lawns, barbeque, esky, choons. (I need to get myself a set of cricket whites I think)


A visit from a "Darwin Tourist Trap".


Two drop bears and a bunny.


More dancing.


My dear wife and Miss Gildea play on the clothes line.


And what's an Australia Day party without beer?

Friday, 25 January 2008

Burns Supper in Loch Avie



Please join us in Caledon Loch Avie at the Conservatory a' Ghaidhealtachd for the celebration of a Burns Supper. There are two opportunities offered for celebration of this night. The Early Bird celebration from 12:00pm-3:00pm SLT, and the SL evening celebration from 7:00pm-10pm SLT.

Your hostesses will be Miss Soliel Snook at 12:00pm, and Her Grace, Eva Bellambi, Duchess of Loch Avie at 7:00pm. There have been many volunteers in the organisation of these events from all of Caledon as well as Steelhead.

Radio Riel will be providing the music for the evening (and I will be running SAM for the first time!)

Wednesday, 9 January 2008

An Old West Fantasy

Sadly RL has kept me from many dances and events of late but I still enjoy heading out for a dance.

Last Friday was a Fantasy theme for Steelhead. The sort of things you find inside the mushroom ring. Not the sort of thing involving PVC nurses uniforms.


Miss Laval, Editor of the Steelhead Anvil, looking very purple.


Otenth, the Duke of Murdann, in a tumble dried dragon


Miss Riven Holmwood


Yours truly as a nasty Redcap. There were several comments of "Eeewww" after I explained how they got their caps red.


Christine, looking rather elfin.


O'Toole the troll


Maev Ceawlin as a student of Hogwarts.


Melissa


Miss Katt


Searra Weatherwax


The one thing worse than going away in Steelhead is announcing you're going away before you actually do. As the Duchess of Loch Avie discovered :-)

Monday, 17 December 2007

Around Steelhead in 80 Days

Steelhead's recent dance themes have been running the gamut of Victorian Scientific Romances and this week was no exception.

Around the World in 80 days brought an assortment of attire out of the cupboard and onto the dance floor, with a variety of modes of transportation to help them get there.


Balloons, trains and automobiles


My dear Christine in her Middle Eastern attire.


Dia in a wonderful oriental gown.


Lumina in a Christmas themed outfit


Eva in oriental attire


"Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga"


And because you can't travel the world without Daleks.


LordAlbert Heron in one of his rare visits to Steelhead.

Fabulous night was had by all.

Saturday, 15 December 2007

The Duchies anniversary

Last Friday saw the first anniversary of the arrival of the original four Duchies in Caledon. Lionsgate, Carntaigh, Primverness and Loch Avie were the first void sims in Caledon and also the first sims to be held in trust by an individual rather than a group of people.

To celebrate the event Her Grace of Primverness hosted a Renaissance Ball.


Her Grace of Lionsgate (Her Lyoness), Her Grace of Primverness and Her Grace of Carntaigh were in attendance.


His Grace of Murdann, resplendent in his Tudor gown.


Myself and the Lady Primbroke waltz for the evening.


Miss Widdershins, publisher of Prim Perfect magazine

Sadly the Duchess of Loch Avie was unable to join in the celebrations due to RL commitments, however we certainly had a fabulous evening all the same.

May they rule for a further year in peace.

Monday, 3 December 2007

Alba gu brath

Friday was the night I had been looking forward to for many months, when myself and the the Duchess of Loch Avie jointly presented the St. Andrew's Day festival for Caledon.

Sadly I was unable to make the Caber toss due to timezone differences (and having been up rather late the night before). But I had managed to twist Professor Avalanche's arm into coming up with a Hammer Throw to compliment it.


Hammer throwing.

However once potential throwers realised if you skittered the hammer along the ice it didn't register until it hit the ground at the end, the game soon devolved into a version of curling.


Next saw the Champions' Tournament. Acting as Champion for the Duchy of Carntaigh, I was defeated in the first round by the eventual winner of the Day, Miss Alex Fitzsimmons. I redeemed myself in the massed combat by making three kills before being finally eliminated.

Once darkness arrived out came the music and I set along a many and varied set of Scottish tunes for a great céilidh.


An assortment of Scottish delights including Scottish tablet, IRN BRU, deep fried Mars bars, Scotch eggs and uisge-beatha.


Revellers in kilts and tartan


More flinging


Even Steelhead's Sheriff Ortega found himself bekilted.


Even the wild haggis found themselves drawn to the festivities.


Some stray sheep wandered into the clearing wondering what all the noise was about


And then strange things like cats with buttered toast strapped to their backs started appearing.

I had a great night and it was my great pleasure to be able to co-host this wonderful event.

Slainte Mhath!

Tuesday, 20 November 2007

Mad Science in Steelhead

Friday's theme for the Steelhead dance this week was mad science. Having been rather busy of late I decided to go with the cliché and find myself a lab coat. Which turned out to be a lot harder that I imagined. While Miss Vandeverre's offerings were nice, they weren't what I was looking for. Another of the labcoats for sale was, in my humble opinion, complete junk ("sexy scrubs" or not). The best one I found turned out to have a flipper script inside it which thankfully could be removed.

The Kokopelli was appropriately decked out with lightning generators, phase balls and tesla coils. Stuff to make your inner Mad Scientist swoon.


In Mad Science Mode


Baron Wulfenbach in a rather nicely designed apron and toolbelt


Miss Weatherwax as a lab experiment


Steelhead's very own Mad Scientist who adopted an artificial arm for the evening. Really she's mad enough.


Lumina in her electric suit


The Duchess of Loch Avie in full Madgrrl mode


Miss Laval as a small but still dangerous Mad Scientist


O'Tool who seems to have had pasta for dinner before coming to the dance.


Maev Ceawlin (I think) as some sort of experiment gone wrong.