Ambrosia Dance Club

The other day I was just looking around on the map and noticed that several new islands had appeared south of Ambrosia.  There were about ten green dots on one of them so I decided to check out what was there with a random map teleport.

As the place slowly rezzed around me it was apparent that I was in the middle of some sort of mall, well stocked with leather goods and sexual devices. Suddenly the puffy cloud in front of me coalesced and this stoic gentleman appeared before me.  He goes by the name of Lord Harsley and apparently does not have much to say even though I spent the better part of five minutes haranguing him about his choice in clothing.  Maybe he was just afk. Or maybe the silence is part of the act. But something inside me said “wow I like this!”

I think he would make an awesome decoration for the front of the club, much better than say pink flamingos or a jockey holding a ring.   So far he has not returned my instant messages but I refuse to give up hope. Perhaps Gerhardt will see this post and buy that outfit.

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…