Can I just say that I am loving this blog series? It has been such a joy for me to relive the experience of the AGM. That is why I am now so excited to tell you about the best day of all (in my humble opinion, that is).
Day 3 was Saturday, October 10th and it began just as the two before it had begun. Jane and I breakfasted, we went to the Regency Emporium and then we headed to our breakout sessions. My favorite session of the day was “Uneasy Being Green: Sibling Envy in Austen”. In this session we discussed and contrasted the relationships between Henry and Frederick Tilney. Also Elizabeth, Mary, and Anne Elliot and several other relationships including marginal siblings like the Ward sisters. But, my mind was finding it difficult to focus as it was completely centered on the Regency Ball, which was not to take place until later that evening.
Oh, to quote dear Lydia Bennet, “How drolll!” Can you tell I’m not interested in talking about anyting except the Regency Ball?! So, without further adieu, we will now discuss anything and everything involving the ball. As I’ve already painstakingly describled, Saturday went on pretty much as normal as it could with dance patterns floating through my head. Around 4:00, Jane and I ditched the JASNA business meeting (Shocking, I know! But really, a girl needs a proper amount of time to dress for a ball!) and headed back to the Alexander Inn. Upstairs, on the seventh floor, in our corner suite with a view of downtown Philadelphia that was absolutely to die for, Jane and I did our best. In a short hour, we went from hip, 21st century, modern women in pant suits and knee length skirts, to something very like classy, 19th century, regency ladies. This being my first AGM, I was not prepared with a period ball gown. I did however wear a shirt that had a sort of empire waist line and a long, black, flowie skirt, and a pair of silver slippers that I think did the job just fine. Earlier (at the Emporium of course!) I purchased a beautiful pearl necklace with a cameo on it and matching earings to boot. I added my own pearl bracelets which I brought from home, a couple of rings and my newly purchased Jane Austen reticule.
For me, the most exciting part of dressing came when I placed my peacock head dress on. You may or may not know that Brits are very much into feathers…on their heads. They were in Emma Woodhouse’s England, just as they are in Emma Thompson’s. So, when I saw the feathers at the Austentations table, I knew it was exactly what I needed to give my outfit the “Regency Look”. But, I was crazy nervous. I am positively certain I was driving poor Jane mad with my, “Are you sure it’s ok?” or “Seriously, are these feathers sticking too straight up” and my “I think I’m just going to take it off”. Like a true friend, she responded each time with “Amanda, it looks great!” All that was left to do was a little re-touch on the make up and we were out the door. Honestly, I have never been ready to leave the house to go ANYWHERE in under an hour. But I was so excited and focused on getting there, I realised that it is possible to get out of the house within reasonable time! (shh…don’t tell my relatives)
The cab ride back the the Sheraton Society Hall was understandibly longer than any ride I can remember taking in Houston. I was so ready to be there! We arrived exactly at 5:30, just in time for the pre-banquet reception. We walked in, grabbed a seat and drinks, and waited for the time warp to begin.
Within minutes throngs of people began to poor in dressed in beautiful gowns and even more shocking to me, it seemed that every man in attendance was in period dress. Here are a few photos for you to enjoy:

What a jolly group! A lovely couple from Nashville

A red coat? Oh my!

And one of me rocking the peacock feathers

A lovely, lovely lady I am so glad to have met
Aren’t all the dresses just lovely? Believe it or not, the ball was not the only thing on the agenda for that evening. The next item on the program was the banquet. And so as the lights began flickering and the bells began to ring, we all filed into the grand ballroom. Jane and I were fortunate to be invited to sit with our sisters from the Dallas Region. We sat and ate, and laughed and shared ideas. It was lovely. If that were all the night had to offer, it would have been enough. Fortunately though, there was plenty more fun to be had!
Next up was a real life promenade. For those of you that are new to all things regency, to promenade means to “to walk about in or on”. In short, anyone who wanted to could join in a leisurely stroll around the outside of the hotel. The object is to “promedade” your beautiful regency wear. So, or course, I was the first from our table to jump in on that! It was lovely. The temperature must have been in the low 60’s and very windy because my long sleeved shirt was not thick enough and my peacock feathers were very nearly blown off my head! Do not be alarmed, however, my feathers were saved by a quick thinking Janeite. You are probably wondering what we looked like…well, I only have one picture of the promenade on account of the fact that it was so dark outside. Here it is:

Promenade!
The promenade consisted of a four block jaunt around the Sheraton Society Hill. Oh, how I wish you all would have been there! I believe I even fancied myself actually in 19th century England. Not only were we all walking about in costume, (and a few were even practicing their british accents!), but there were horse drawn carriages all over downtown and little light to be seen. We were like a photo taken straight from a Dickens novel…nay, an Austen novel. When the promenade came to a close we all filed into the hotel lobby and stood around and talked, and talked, and talked some more. We never seemed to tire of one anothers company, which does not surprise me in the least. Here are a few post promenade photos:

A Regency Family Affair...how cute is that baby?!

Alright Janeites: One guess as to which character is portrayed in the photograph. Please place your guess in the comments section

Some of the new, wonderful friends we met, Carol and Emily

Meet Karen, another new and wonderful friend
Before we knew it, the big moment had arrived…the Ball was beginning. I walked into the ball room just in time to see a demonstration by “professional dancers”. As the ball began, I was pleasnantly surprised to find that the caller was a very good caller (she was patient with both my left feet!) and also that the dances called were relatively simple. For the first time in ever, I was an “experienced dancer” at the English Country Dancing and I was helping the newcomers. Can you imagine?! Talk about the blind leading the blind…never the less, it was lovely. I danced nearly every dance the first half of the ball. And during the break, I sat at my table and talked to my new friend from England, then I danced most of the dances during the second half of the ball. It’s incredibly difficult to describe the ball because there are no words. I could not have wished for a better evening.
As the ball began, I was scared to death that my two left feet would reveal my relation to Mr. Collins. But, as time went on, I realised I could hold my own and actually walk others through the dances…and I was even hauling people onto the dance floor…just call me Lydia! Later in the evening, I was asked to dance by one of the professional dancers and about one minute in this dancer said they could tell I was a “dancer”. Ahh…does it sound too self absorbed to say that this comment felt really good? I felt like Fanny Price, whom was always considered to be sickly and never capable of dancing I was Fanny on the night she danced at her party and everyone noticed that she really was quite lovely. The night was absolutely fabulous…I flitted, I flirted, and I flaunted my dance moves…unabashedly no less! To quote dear Jane: Just in case you were wondering…here are some photos of the dancing…but none of me as I am the one taking the photos:

Right hand star...

Two hand turn...

And bow to your partner...

Applauding the dance...
The Ball itself last all of three hours and I loved every bit of it. I had never been present at a dance where at the end of the night, the dance floor is still full and the dancers are begging for more. Now, I can say that no longer. Jane and I reunited and quickly said our goodbyes. It was now near midnight and we still had to get back to our hotel, pack ( ewww…) and be up by 6 a.m. in the morning. Under normal circumstances I would be quite gloomy at the thought of the dreadful morning ahead of me. I, however was still glowing from the most wonderful night I can ever remember having.
Today, I will make no promises (as I have learned my lesson!) and will only say that I hope to post “Day 4″ tomorrow…pray that my computer cooperates, though I have begun to detest anything electronic. My computer issues are also the reason to blame for the fact that some of these photos are not centered and larger than the rest. As my friend and fellow Janeite Emily told me: “Afar cry from the joy of a computer free Regency period”….Yes, yes, a far cry indeed.