Labryinth Masquerade Ball 2018

Since high school I have dreamt of attending The Labyrinth Masquerade in fuckin' gorgeous Los Angeles, California. Not only was it my first time going to this ball, it was a first time that I got to step foot in a city that I loved since childhood. Only a weekend to spare, I made the most of it that I could, and let me tell you, not a single moment of it was wasted.

I loved watching everything go from green to red hot desert. I had no idea where the fuck I was, I assume Texas or Arizona at the time.

Crazy, the night before I had to get up to catch a plane I saw Beyoncé and Jay Z at Vanderbilt Stadium (my review of that show coming soon). Because of some technical difficulties and the fact that my phone nearly died before getting home, I was running on an hour and a half of sleep before my taxi took me to the airport. It wouldn't matter, because I was running on adrenaline, and I was able to score some good karma points when I realized that I had a whole row to myself. Nothing like napping in the skies.

When I arrived at my destination at the historic Millenium Biltmore Hotel in downtown LA, I already felt like a goddamn princess the moment I stepped inside. This hotel would also host the ball, so just imagine the extra wow-factor this place left on me...I was so ready at that point to see what the evening had in store for me.

Gorgeous hotel by day...breathtaking ball by night.

First time going I figured, hell, everyone's going to be an elf or a goblin, I'm gonna be a plus-size bellydancer. My persona for the night? Thicc Jasmine.


I've literally manifested this whole persona of Thicc Jasmine before attending the ball. I'll have to write more about why later.

I was able to convince my friend to come with me, and we had a blast. Downstairs they had a goblin cabaret, which was exactly what you might've thought. It was hilarious watching the different sketches...I even got to dance with the host of the show during the midnight waltz to As The World Falls Down by the late and great David Bowie. For two nights I drank and danced the night away. There was a dabke there, and professional bellydancers pulled me in to dance with them! Tell you what, I had the best damn cosmopolitan too in the hotel bar since moving away from the northeast. Nashville, I love you but god damn you can't make a decent city cocktail even if it mattered.

Sadly, all good things have to come to an end, and before I knew it I had a plane to catch Sunday morning. I dreaded the flight home since first touching ground Friday. The moment I stepped out of the airport I just knew that Los Angeles was where I wanna be. Call me naive, but it was everything that I imagined as we drove around. Feeling the sun kissing my skin with the palm trees and hibiscus bushes got to me bad. So now, as I write this I can't help but wonder not only when my next trip out there will be, but when I will finally be able to call The City of Angels my home.

I'll be back ❤️

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