Yesterday night, Crone attended the Fashion Extravaganza. And extra it was. So many colourful, beautiful people on the stage and in the audience, all of them, for one evening, competing for second place.
Crone’s good friend Lars was there too, dressed in the fashionable armor we all know him for, though notably parrot-less for the occasion. A bold choice. Crone approves.
The fireworks, foreground and background, put on a show that wouldn’t be out of place in Vegas, though Crone suspects he personally drew more attention.
The organizers, Lykke, Bonnie and Shadowsong, so kindly invited Crone to the party and positioned themselves strategically around the venue, as if trapping confused wildlife. Effective. Crone respects the technique.
Crone took a picture with Esteedes, yes, from the shop, mostly to showcase his own outfit, obviously the real reason for the photo. A tuxedo jacket, shirt and bowtie, finished off with real man combat attire. A winner, in Crone’s mind, and Crone’s mind is rarely wrong about Crone.
So many people gathered, old faces, new faces, faces Crone has known forever and faces he’s never seen before. Naked people, dressed people, people ready for a fight, people paying zero attention. Yes, Drunk, Crone is looking at you, and Crone approves of that too.
All in all, a terrific gathering and an extravaganza worthy of the name. Congratulations to the winners, the organizers, the fashionable, and everyone else who showed up to admire Crone from a respectful distance.
If the after party happened in CRT HQ? You will never know.
Kind regards,
Crone
