I’ve been meaning to post about our trip to Vienna two weeks ago. Honest, I have. But life just keeps getting in the way.
We were invited to attend the Officer’s Ball, held at the Hofburg Palace, back in November. And then nothing. Not a word. All we knew was that it was sometime in January. So as the middle of the month was approaching, I started getting nervous. Having never attended a European social affair of this sort, I was at a loss as to what I should wear. So I planned to wear a lovely, but simple, chiffon cocktail dress that was already in my closet. Who knew that it would be all wrong? One week prior to the January 20 event, I was sent an email with a link to the official website. Oh my. Apparently this is a big deal. There is even a separate site dealing with dress code. I have to go shopping. I need a ballgown.
It all came together remarkably well. The first store we found that sold long gowns had a number of possible candidates in my size. Finding this store was the hard part and that took the better part of several days’ research and numerous panicky telephone calls. Not only was I able to buy a dress, but shoes and a fancy little handbag as well at the same store. One stop shopping! I think I did rather well:
I felt like a million bucks!
The ball itself was an amazing experience. It was held in the ceremonial rooms of the Hofburg Palace, which was the winter residence of the Habsburgs in Vienna. Words cannot describe the elegance of this building. There were several thousand in attendance, including military officers from all over the world. Each of the ten ballrooms had live music, ranging from a waltz orchestra to popular music and a disco. The food! The flowers! The gowns!
We didn’t make it until closing time, which was 4 am. Even if I could have stayed awake, my feet never could have held me up. Many years have passed since I last danced until my feet hurt. It was an unforgettable evening in a spectacular setting, one which I will never forget.
Well, maybe until next year.