Ambrosia Dance Club

We have had an interesting series of events over the last few days. I tired of the usual “Best in Charcoal” colour themed parties decided to be a bit unusual and challenge Ambrosians with a set of unusual themes. And as usual, they more than rose to the challenge as you will see.

Ambrosia Dancer Veronika Skinstad shows that she has the right stuff during the Mexican Madness Party on Tuesday night.  There were plenty of hot tamales to be found on the dance floor that night.

Wednesday morning kicked off with the Chocolate party which most people interpreted to mean brown colored clothing.  Someone in the center has had a bit of an allergic reaction to all this chocolate and is convulsing uncontrollably.

Weekday Market looks around for some mustard at the next event: “The Festival of Food”

Cody  apparently does not quite know what to make of  her delectably naughty outfit.  Is he on a diet of some sort?  Or will he be eating those cherries?  Stay tuned!

These folks are a veritable explosion of citrus delights as they boogie to the beat.

To sum up, what a fun week in parties and great job Ambrosians for rising to the challenge of whacky themes.

A typical day at Ambrosia usually starts out in the morning with Dusty and Weekday opening the doors and changing the radio to classic rock.  Regulars such as Heko Klato start to file in and the place starts buzzing to life.  During the course of the day strange things will occur because, well, it’s Second Life®, and you never know who or what is coming through the doors next.

It’s none other than Ambrosia Eccentric Gerhardt Apfelbaum, proud owner of one of the most congested inventories in SL. In the following picture he has changed into his karategi to do battle with a pushy robot dragon on the dance floor as Cooper watches and cheers him on from behind the bar.  Hell, you can’t get action like this in a real life sports bar.

Once the dragons are cleared from the dance floor it’s back to business as usual with romantic couples dancing and Cooper shaking up the mojitos.

This guest arrived wearing some ornamental jewelery.  You can never have too much bling I say.  Imagine his chiropractors bill though.

It’s always great to see old timers coming through the doors.  Here we have a visit from kilt-wearing Wally McMahon and Hobson Rayna, who is planning on returning to DJ at Ambrosia after a prolonged absence.  Yay Hobs! The spiky haired dude in the center is quite irate with the price changes of Open Space sims and is shouting out in general chat for everyone to protest.  I protest his use of the typing animation while chatting. Oh, and buy some shoes…support the economy.

Imagine our surprise when the legendary Master Landon himself came striding through the sliding glass doors with his retinue in tow.   Graice and Bailey have been coming to Ambrosia for parties for quite a while now and everyone always has enjoyed their company.  They spoke glowingly of their master and I always wondered who is this man who has power such as this over two shockingly beautiful women.  Does he even exist?  Well indeed he does and here he is!  The man, the legend, MASTER LANDON!!!!

Next on tap for us was a dispute with a certain crime syndicate.  The situation was quite tense with a standoff just ouside the dance floor.  Cooper shook off the swirling cobwebs of intoxication and jumped out from behind the bar.

This potentially ugly situation was diffused by a top level IM between the heads of the two families and I could only thank God that Gerhardt was not there to inadvertently start a war by blasting everyone one million meters up in the air. “Shoot first, ask questions later”, says Gerhardt.  No, no my friend – Let’s give peace a chance.

So ends another day at Ambrosia.  Oh, and yes, we have parties, hot dancers and events too.

Weddings in this world are always a special occasion and I always love to take time out from running the dance club to attend one whenever an Invitation is offered.  I have been to many weddings in two years and have often heard from others “Oh, I have never been to an SL wedding; What’s it like?”  Well dear readers let me describe this latest one.

I arrived at the church and were directed to sit on one of the pews.  We were surrounded by other guests in various states of repose. There were many furries in attendence.  Note the tail sticking through the last pew.

The high priest on this occasion was none other than Lord King Emperor Mathuen Lagerlof who I guess figures that one title is just not enough.  In any case he, the groom and the best man waited patiently for the Bride, who, due to various technical difficulties, was 30 minutes late.

Is it me or does Bushman Quandry bear a striking resemblence to Ozzy Osbourne?  As you can see there was a pigeon releaser that was in operation for the entire time.   Good thing that Bull Beaumont, the groom, wore a white suit.  Also you can see that the celebrant Lord King Emperor Czar Sultan Mathuen Lagerlof really is a King…of the jungle at least.

As we waited everyone relaxed…I think I saw some of the furries behind me licking their coats shiny and I took the opportunity to photograph the crowd.

Finally the moment arrived and the Bride was ready.  Angelwhite Magic walked down the aisle (actually tumbled, SL is still a little quirky) escorted by JacksonJ Greggan and an army of bridesmaids.  The wedding party I must say made a very pretty picture, one of the better processions I have seen in Second Life.

The wedding ceremony followed and it was a beautiful exchange of vows done in voice with the local Lord King Emperor adding his jewels of wisdom to guide the happy couple towards a blissful SL union.  Ahhh, another storybook romance…