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| Rhoobarb |
We'd seen "Boudelicious" advertised and thought we'd give it a try. The Domly One memoed a friend and asked if he'd been there and what it was like. He had and he said it was good. So we reserved our places, invited a couple of friends along and booked hotel rooms.
It started early, round about 5pm (I think) and went on until very late o'clock, or perhaps that should read early o'clock. Fireworks were scheduled for 9pm and as I like fireworks I wheedled until the Navigator-and-Driver agreed that we could try to get there before 9. In fact I insisted we should really turn up round about 8ish just so I didn't miss any of them in case they were early. We didn't. They weren't.
Fish and chips were consumed on the way from the hotel to the party. A 'token buffet' had been advertised and I assumed that 'token' meant a plate or two of sandwiches, maybe a few sausage rolls and a chicken wing or two but that there wouldn't be enough to sustain four famished visitors from Scotland. How wrong I was. We could have easily not bothered with the fish and chips, especially since there were enough chips in one portion to feed all four of us. And we had a portion like that each. Much food wastage ensued, unfortunately.
So, the buffet. I did my best over the course of the evening but I couldn't diminish it by much. I tried. Diet? What diet? All my control over portion sizes was gone, washed away by a flood of gin and tonic. Followed by a small puddle of mulled wine. Well it was there and I had to try it. Very nice it was too.
The venue was gorgeous, almost a doll's house with quite low ceilings which of course didn't bother short-arsed me at all. The Domly One didn't fare quite so well, his hair was brushing the paint in a few places and I'm sure he had to stoop to get through some of the doorways. It was sparklingly clean (the house, not his hair) and very nicely decorated, though a bit heavy on the red and black. I guess that's what people think of when they think of BDSM, though I've no idea why. Personally I tend to think along the lines of black and blue! 
Some very nice bits of dungeon kit were scattered around in all the rooms, and the four poster bed was larger than it looked. And quite comfortable too, as I found out when the Domly One decided to play drums on my arse while I lay there.
The fireworks were late, we had to beg for them to start (sort of) and about 10.30ish we ventured up yet more steps (there were quite a lot of steps up from the road to the house) to the top of the garden to watch sparkles, brights, fizzes and bangs. I ooohed and ahhhed with the best of them.
There was a stall set up in the shed, selling some very lovely things at very reasonable prices. Our friend bought a gorgeous corset and I came away with a triple pinwheel. Yummy!
There was a lot of play, a lot of socialising and - on my part - a lot of eating. I spent quite a lot of time chatting to people I'd seen so many times at other events, but yet had never spoken to. I sat outside for a long while talking and laughing, although there were stars visible in the sky it wasn't a particularly cold night. I reckon next month will be a bit different!
I like the place, it's beautifully set out, friendly and welcoming and it is the sort of place which encourages talk between people. Smallish rooms force people together, a kitchen is always well used at house parties and this was a house party, not a club event.
I'm glad I went. I met some lovely, lovely people (and told them so through my gin haze - it doesn't mean it was any less sincerely meant!) I'd happily go again but any chance it can be moved a couple of hundred miles closer? 
Please?
