Hello, Bettie OR Not your usual G-town party guest
Oh, you'll be the first to know--bloggers in leather is HOT.
About two weeks ago, I went to a party in Georgetown where I basically didn’t know anyone. I sort of knew the host, but he was busy talking to his boring guests. The house was large and the alcohol very choice. As I looked around the large, but somehow still stuffy, room, I saw a sea of WASPs and affluent Georgetown types. I was sort of pissed at myself for even coming.
A little later I noticed a good looking guy walk in, probably mid-30s. What was most striking in this entrance was the girl he had with him. She was maybe 29, unusually pretty and had a somewhat prominent tattoo of what looked to be Bettie Page on her upper shoulder blade. I have been recently thinking about getting a tattoo (mid-mid-life crisis, I guess) so I thought maybe I should go up to her and ask her about it.
Her and the guy disappeared from the party for a while so I figured they were having sex in a closet or something. I chatted with some couple about their new house in Alexandria for several boring minutes. Then she came back and was heading toward the bar. I beelined my ass on over there and stood behind her.
V: Nice tattoo
Girl: Thanks, it’s kind of old.
V: Does that matter in tattoos?
Girl: Yeah, you need to get them touched up regularly.
V: Really, that’s a real commitment then.
V: So it’s of Bettie Page, right?
Girl: Sort of, kind of the idea of Bettie Page.
V: Oh, that’s cool. She was sort of the first fetish girl, right?
Girl: Yeah, sort of. As an American Icon she’s got a following like Marilyn Monroe.
So she told me a little more about Bettie and then went to find her boyfriend.
Well, there was my conversation. I decided this would be my last drink of the night, and I’d go meet my friends over at Modern. I finished my wine while sitting on the bench in front of the silent piano. Pretty soon the girl was walking toward me. She sat down and asked me why I was there, who I knew, etc. I explained I pretty much didn’t know anyone and was getting ready to leave. She said she was, too and asked where I was going.
V: I’m going to meet some friends at Modern.
Girl: Is that in Georgetown?
V: Yeah, I don’t get out here much so I thought it would be fun to go.
Girl: That’s cool, I’ve got a party to go to pretty soon, too.
V: Oh, is it a friend's place or at a club or something?
When I said this the girl immediately started considering something. I mean I’m a poker player, and I think I’m pretty good at reading people. So I could tell she was really sizing me up to see if she could tell me something.
Girl: I’m going to a private club. It’s for people with particular interests.
V: What interests?
Girl: (Paused) Can we smoke in here?
V: I doubt it. I’m walking outside to leave if you want smoke there.
So she motions to the guy she’s with that she’s going to get a cigarette and we walk outside.
Girl: So these parties are for people who have fetishes.
V: Oh, like sexual fetishes like sucking toes or being whipped?
Girl: Sort of, I mean they do have parties for people who are into toe sucking or whatever, but it's more than that.
V: So you go to these regularly?
Girl: I do now. I’m sort of new to the whole scene here, but I was into it a lot where I was from in California.
V: Why did you move here?
Girl: I met a guy at one of the parties out there and he got me better job here. He’s pretty rich so it didn’t take much convincing. Plus, my boyfriend was an asshole, and I was ready to leave.
V: That’s cool. So what’s the party like tonight?
Girl: I think it’s a dominatrix theme, which is more my style lately. I have to go home and change.
V: What are you going to wear?
Girl: Probably a wig, some leather stuff.
V: A whip?
Girl: No, I lost mine. Or, I left it in my locker and when I came back it was gone. I need to get a new one.
(I didn’t ask where these clubs were that included lockers)
V: (tipsy at this point) So this is kind of weird of me to ask, but do you think you could write about your experiences and then e-mail them to me? I have a blog, and I think my readers would like to hear about your experiences.
Girl: I guess so. Are you going to make fun of it or anything?
V: No, I’ll just post whatever you send as is.
Girl: Okay, I guess. What should I write about first?
V: Talk about DC’s scene a little. I think people are interested in that.
She agreed to do it because she likes the idea of educating people about something they probably don't understand at all. I gave her my card, and I honestly didn't think much about it as I got real smashed at Modern that night and the experience just faded away.
This morning, I got an e-mail from her:
From: Girl's name
Sent: Thursday, May 11, 2006 1:18 AM
RE: Party at Georgetown
Sorry I am just getting back to you. I have a big party to go to this weekend, and I’ll send you something about that. Please don’t use my real name or anything, I don’t want John to find out.
Maybe call me Bettie :)