<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513</id><updated>2012-01-28T09:07:40.306-08:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='gigis'/><category term='dressed'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Hellbound'/><category term='pantyhose'/><category term='tights'/><category term='going out'/><category term='mary janes'/><category term='Noir Leather'/><category term='schoolgirl'/><category term='Out dressed'/><category term='StarTrek'/><category term='sailing'/><category term='boat'/><category term='fetish'/><category term='dressing'/><category term='crossdressed'/><category term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category term='summer'/><category term='crossdresser'/><category term='wig'/><category term='make-up'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='PVC'/><category term='transvestite'/><category term='outings'/><category term='high heels'/><category term='Luna'/><category term='outing'/><category term='Star Trek'/><category term='crossdressing'/><category term='boots'/><category term='Detroit'/><title type='text'>Life and times of Miss Lisa dee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-5572188399092310681</id><published>2012-01-28T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T09:07:40.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantyhose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><title type='text'>Uh oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xp0kuBnB5YE/TyQqZRmqanI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-Acs1Y8tSdo/s1600/120107-b%2B043cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xp0kuBnB5YE/TyQqZRmqanI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-Acs1Y8tSdo/s320/120107-b%2B043cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702729641868552818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on going out on January 21st, but life conspired against me again! My desktop PC died the week before (could not post notices). On Jan. 19 I was in the process of building a new PC when I seriously cut the palm of my hand on the sharp inner pieces of the case. I did not want to get stitches, but my hand was reasonably unusable, and I would not be able to pull on pantyhose, fasten a bra or corset, put on boots, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hand is healing nicely, but I don't have time this weekend to go out. Things have gotten complicated with our older son as well, and he may have to move back in with us for 90 days or so. That will ruin any attempt for me to dress until after he moves back out. I'm trying to manipulate his moving in around one more outing Saturday, Feb. 4th. He will be moving back out around the time we launch our boat for the summer, which has always signaled the end of my dressing season. Because of this, I may try to wangle a night or two during the summer for outings. The weather (and wife) will determine when I am available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm unable get out, I will probably post some old photos of myself on Flickr to keep my pages from becoming stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo above was taken after my last outing to Gigi's in Detroit. I was fooling around with some lingerie, wigs and variations in the outfit I wore out that night. I took over 240 photos that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Dee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-5572188399092310681?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5572188399092310681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/5572188399092310681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/5572188399092310681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh!'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xp0kuBnB5YE/TyQqZRmqanI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-Acs1Y8tSdo/s72-c/120107-b%2B043cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-4128464075378119968</id><published>2012-01-11T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:07:59.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mary janes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schoolgirl'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRVpJoSh7c0/Tw35mLVMnUI/AAAAAAAAADw/nNypHGcslO8/s1600/120107-%2B003s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRVpJoSh7c0/Tw35mLVMnUI/AAAAAAAAADw/nNypHGcslO8/s320/120107-%2B003s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696483537965587778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I started the year off right for a change! My plans to get dressed and go out on the 7th. started off as I had planned- School Girl outfit chosen and ready, make-up available, and wigs found. All I needed were my Kiss stick-on  fingernails, which I planned to pick up after breakfast. Well,we didn't go for breakfast until 3:30pm, so I was late. Bought the nails, and we stopped for a drink at our favorite watering hole per my wife's request. It was after 5pm before I was dropped off at home to start my transformation process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a  long shower, carefully shaved (twice), trimmed fingernails and toenails, and began the make-up. I was just finishing up when the football game started. I caught bits and pieces of the game in my travels between the bathroom and my dressing area. I tried to wear the outfit without wearing a foundation garment, but things were too tight. I added a corset which made things a bit easier. I also opted to wear only my compression tights with the socks I chose. I had 4 or 5 choices, but settled on my white nylon calf length socks. I selected my short redhead wig and made for the fingernails. By the time I was ready, the wife returned home with her carryout dinner and sat in the living room where I wanted to take pre-departure photos. I rearranged some things, set up the tripod and began shooting photos while the wife watched the end of the game and ate her dinner. It was 11:00pm when I finished, and left the house. I stopped at the ATM on my way to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was sooo late, there was an opening in the free parking area near the street, which I took. Once inside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt;, I paid the cover for both levels (didn't get to see the show, AGAIN) and headed for the bar. I purchased a beverage, and did some socializing. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anton&lt;/span&gt; (aka the Impaler) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt; were there, as well as other regulars, like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt; (last month's kissing bandit victim), &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Leah&lt;/span&gt;, the fabulous &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tracy&lt;/span&gt;, and a tall vixen (who's name escapes me). &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt; was there with a GG friend, so I took photos of her (she is always such a camera whore), It looked like she was having too much fun, and dropped a drink on the floor, breaking the glass. Angel and her companion left shortly thereafter. I was late enough that many regulars had already left, and there was also the low attendance due to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lions&lt;/span&gt; game. I flirted some, and swapped stories with Ashley, Leah and one of the nicer admirers. Some of the Latin contingent 'on the make' arrived, helping to increase the crowd size.  Once the show downstairs ended, the place filled right up,  with a group of GG's included. All the ladies were dressed in some sort of club wear, and were very Hott! I stayed right up until the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moment of Truth&lt;/span&gt;' (when the flourescent lights come on, and you find out if your make-up still cuts it!), and left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stop for a snack, and arrived home around 2:45 am. My wife had left me an egg roll from her dinner, which I devoured. I moved the photos from the first part of the evening to my PC's HDD. I then assembled the camera to the tripod, fumbled to start the self-timer, and started shooting photos. I tried on different wigs (3 total), three different pairs of socks and two pairs of shoes. The camera started to shut itself off, so I emptied the card again, noting 190 photos taken! I put fresh batteries back in the camera and shot another 49 photos before I ran out of ideas and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put everything away except the purse, and removed my clothes, and took off most of the make-up. I left the nails on to be removed later that Sunday. My wife noted my after 5 arrival to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a great time- the dressing was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; enjoyable, and the outing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; really capped the night. Some of the photos I took are now appearing on my Flickr pages (miss_lisa_dee). Thanks to all who were there, and I hope next time there will be more people to meet and greet. I'm also hoping to dress at least twice a month till boating season begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-4128464075378119968?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4128464075378119968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/4128464075378119968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/4128464075378119968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRVpJoSh7c0/Tw35mLVMnUI/AAAAAAAAADw/nNypHGcslO8/s72-c/120107-%2B003s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-6088932213554863703</id><published>2012-01-07T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:57:11.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantyhose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Target for tonight: Gigi's!</title><content type='html'>Yes, friends, I AM getting out tonight (1/6) for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; outing of the year 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With any kind of luck, I may even leave the house early. I've decided on my schoolgirl outfit (I found the wigs I misplaced in December), washed the blouse, tried on the skirt, cleaned the shoes, found leg wear and I'm going for the fingernails shortly. I have enough make-up, and I have a backup outfit ready, just in case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although our Detroit Lions are playing, and many won't be out (I suspect), I'm still going. I'll be able to keep up with the football game on the TV screens at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me, stop me and say hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-6088932213554863703?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6088932213554863703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/target-for-tonight-gigis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6088932213554863703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6088932213554863703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2012/01/target-for-tonight-gigis.html' title='Target for tonight: Gigi&apos;s!'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-1641374474421863444</id><published>2011-12-04T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:27:22.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantyhose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>December 3, 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0QQOMYxI9k/Ttwr6T6qmyI/AAAAAAAAADk/xm-J75NjFCw/s1600/111203-1%2B012cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0QQOMYxI9k/Ttwr6T6qmyI/AAAAAAAAADk/xm-J75NjFCw/s320/111203-1%2B012cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682465110613465890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to dress again last Saturday. Even though there was an event (serving a meal at a homeless Veteran's shelter) earlier in the day, I managed to get home in time to start preparations for going out. I stopped on the way home to buy Kiss press-on fingernails.  I picked up a set, and decided to look at the eyelashes. While perusing the selection, a (very gay) male customer thought I needed help- he asked what I needed. I told him long lashes were what the wife asked for. He pointed out a few saying "this is long, so are those, and these too. I thanked him for his help, and when he left for the check-out counter, I chose something different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once home, the usual shower, shave (twice-old skin!), and face preparation began. The make-up went well, considering my lack of practice. I knew what I wanted to wear (they should still fit), so the outfit was easy. I stood in front of the full length mirror and chose the best of three wigs to match the make-up and clothes. It was almost 8:00pm, and nearly ready to leave! The skirt I chose was the wrong one and really needed a belt, and only one belt I owned would look right AND fit. I searched for almost 45 minutes without success, and got pissed off. I settled for a metal belt, and I needed to blouse the top out over the skirt so it looked OK. By this time it was almost ten, and I had planned to take photos of me applying the fingernails, but I was running out of time. I had just finished the task and had set up the camera, when the wife returned from her shopping (she usually stays away while I dress, waiting for me to leave). I had to move her carryout dinner from the living room so I could take pictures. I figured out how to use the broken camera without the display screen working, and snapped a few photos before leaving (make-up always looks better just after application). I grabbed a coat and scooted out the door. Time- 10:20pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; about 10:45, delayed by an accident on M-39 that closed all but one lane. Found a spot to park, paid the attendant and went inside. Paid the cover for both floors, but only went to the main (upper) bar. I said hello to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jacqui&lt;/span&gt;, who I haven't seen since May, and bought myself a beverage. Also chatted with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt; (of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Janet's Closet&lt;/span&gt; fame), &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tracy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Leah&lt;/span&gt;, and long time girlfriend &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anton&lt;/span&gt; (AKA &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Impaler&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt; came in a little after I did, and we talked for quite awhile. Lots of good looking T*s were there. I missed seeing Jay Marie by about 15 minutes! I didn't dance, since the boot heels were 3" ( I've had very little practice), and the music was for $#!t. Around 1am, a fight broke out between Janet and some drunk guy, which was quickly broken up by the staff. The drunk got the worst of it. I flirted a bit, talked to two other T*'s, and finally left by 2am (before the moment of truth- does your make-up still cut it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home about 2:20am, and uploaded the earlier pictures to my PC. I took a few more photos, and decided to find the two wigs I had tried on before I left home, to see how they would have looked. Couldn't find them!!! I spent almost one and a half hours without luck, and around 4:15am I gave up trying. In the process, I DID find the belt, though. I was in bed by 5am or so, still with the nails in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I had an excellent time out, and I did enjoy the transformation, I was thoroughly disgusted by my inability to find what I was looking for. I WILL be organizing my clothing and such before my next dressing time. My schedule for the remainder of the year precludes my dressing, so I won't be out until sometime in January, 2012. I have told my wife NOT to schedule all my weekends next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs and happy Holidays to All.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-1641374474421863444?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1641374474421863444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-3-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1641374474421863444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1641374474421863444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-3-2012.html' title='December 3, 2012'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0QQOMYxI9k/Ttwr6T6qmyI/AAAAAAAAADk/xm-J75NjFCw/s72-c/111203-1%2B012cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-7872266286864027484</id><published>2011-12-03T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:23:30.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Outing Update!</title><content type='html'>If something doesn't come up, I will be going out to Gigi's tonight, Dec. 3rd. This &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be my last outing for this year. I hope to get out more regularly in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Huggs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-7872266286864027484?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7872266286864027484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/12/outing-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/7872266286864027484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/7872266286864027484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/12/outing-update.html' title='Outing Update!'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-2875369468763461444</id><published>2011-11-19T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T09:51:06.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>November 12, out and about once again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--a_uet1tFPM/TsfrGXkvUwI/AAAAAAAAADY/c_tsUrDH2K4/s1600/111112-020cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--a_uet1tFPM/TsfrGXkvUwI/AAAAAAAAADY/c_tsUrDH2K4/s320/111112-020cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676764349963653890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It seems my 'social secretary' had been doing a great job of scheduling my free weekend time since May, precluding my dressing and going out. Well, much to my wife's consternation, I finally got a chance to dress fully and go out on Saturday Nov. 12th, to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; in Detroit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to dress after finishing the boat cover Saturday afternoon, but since I did the work by myself, I was totally exhausted when I returned home after 5PM. The wife was just leaving for a fundraiser, and I wanted to wimp out. After about 1/2 hour of relaxing, I decided to take a shower, and see how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much more refreshed, I opted to dress at the very least. I shaved close just in case. It had been a long time since the last time, but the make-up routine went pretty well, considering. I wasn't in a big hurry (I didn't watch the clock), and thoroughly enjoyed the experience of transforming into 'Lisa' once again. Once my make-up was complete, I rummaged through my wardrobe for something that would fit AND look good. I also had to find a pair of flesh-colored tights that weren't too badly run (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danskin&lt;/span&gt;, which I haven't been able to find a replacement for). I wanted a short skirt, black tights and boots kind of look. The opaque black tights I chose covered the runs in the base pair of tights, but had a nasty habit of creeping down my backside! I also found a knit sweater I could pair with the pleated knit skirt I chose, but it was a bit small in the sleeve length, and the only top that wasn't in need of a wash. I pulled the boots on, grabbed a couple of wigs, and headed upstairs for a final critique in front of the full-length mirror. I selected the red and black shoulder length wig, brushed it in place, and went to find the fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten to buy nails! The box I thought was full turned out to be used, with the larger nails already gone. I normally don't paint my own nails (too long to remove the polish completely), but I had no choice. I found some red nail polish that wasn't all dried up, and proceeded to polish my (very) short nails. I had to remove a lot of over-painting, but they would pass inspection in a dark bar. That complete, I grabbed my camera, placed on the tripod, and powered it up. The LCD display on the camera back was wacked! Just an irregular shaped  black spot on a white background. I fooled around with it for what seemed like hours, but to no avail. It looked like there would be no photos of 'Lisa' that night! I gathered my purse, ID, ATM card and vehicle papers ( registration and proof of ins.), as well as cellphone, hairbrush, perfume and make-up repair kit, and headed out the door. It was 10:30pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; in Detroit, and found the only open parking spot in the lot. Paid my fee to the attendant, and went inside. I paid the cover charge for both levels ( I didn't go to see the show), talked to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russ&lt;/span&gt; collecting the money, and continued to the main bar. I got a beverage, said hi to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dave&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt; behind the bar, saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaye Marie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt; (who almost never goes to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marie and Cherie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anton&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aka The Impaler&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt; (out of drag) and a few others (whose names escape me). I talked with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaye&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt; for a while, and then made my rounds. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt; came in, and I explained I couldn't take her (or any other) photos because of my defunct camera. She obliged me by taking two photos of me with her cellphone (which I haven't seen yet). I had given some thought of leaving early (it was 1:00am by this time) to visit my friend at her job at a str8 bar, but I hadn't talked with her for nearly 8 months, and wasn't sure she was still working there. The skirt I wore was hiked up above my waist to be short, but I could have pulled it down to the proper fit to be more respectable. I decided to stay at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At about 1:45, I decided I was getting too tired to stay any longer, so I packed up, said my good-byes and left. I did stop @ WC for a slider on the way. I arrived home around 2:15 am- the wife was asleep. I found her camera, changed memory cards, and placed it on the tripod. The self-timer had to be reset after each shot, so I didn't take too many photos. The neighborhood was quiet, so I took a couple of photos outside, including in the wife's car. At about 3:20am, I restored the camera to its original condition and placed back in her purse. I changed back, removed my make-up and headed to bed. I would remove the nail polish later Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since I have been getting less and less chances to dress, I am enjoying the time I do spend dressing much more (like when I was 20). I would like to get out Nov. 26th, but a Hockey game may get in the way, so I'm also hoping I can get out on Dec. 3rd. We'll see what my 'secretary' has planned for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs to all!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Dee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-2875369468763461444?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2875369468763461444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-12-out-and-about-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/2875369468763461444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/2875369468763461444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-12-out-and-about-once-again.html' title='November 12, out and about once again!'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--a_uet1tFPM/TsfrGXkvUwI/AAAAAAAAADY/c_tsUrDH2K4/s72-c/111112-020cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-3866861710237272216</id><published>2011-09-21T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T08:31:21.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>September update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heXX16bk8GA/TnoBOf1ExDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/spzs7tOTeQ4/s1600/LD971006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 436px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heXX16bk8GA/TnoBOf1ExDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/spzs7tOTeQ4/s400/LD971006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654833630690985010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt; you may have noticed, I haven't posted any since May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is because I have had no time to devote to Lisa, with boating season and work obligations occupying most of my time. I'm planning to store my boat by Oct. 15th, relieving some burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can swing it, I may try for this weekend (9/24) to visit Gigi's. I won't know until Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Lisa&lt;br /&gt;PS The photo is an old one from the last century!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-3866861710237272216?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3866861710237272216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/3866861710237272216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/3866861710237272216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-update.html' title='September update'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-heXX16bk8GA/TnoBOf1ExDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/spzs7tOTeQ4/s72-c/LD971006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-1912319210034544156</id><published>2011-05-04T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:13:25.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantyhose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noir Leather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><title type='text'>going out. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kMWGYX1bqA/TcGGhmsNFbI/AAAAAAAAADE/2nGCs1PUX6w/s1600/110430-%2B020s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kMWGYX1bqA/TcGGhmsNFbI/AAAAAAAAADE/2nGCs1PUX6w/s320/110430-%2B020s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602907323305366962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready was becoming a matter of expediency, to get dressed and out for an evening. The less time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; meant more time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;. I rushed about, by habit.  It looked like Saturday, April 30th was going to be a repeat. But during my shower, I remembered why I crossdressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, it was the feeling of the clothes, nylons, bra, and panties on my skin I loved. Then the 'look' became important. Next was going out dressed, especially in public. Passing. Straight venues. Each step brought a new rush of adrenalin, adding to experience. I realized I had become a little jaded with my dressing habits, and the frequency of the opportunities. The older (and fatter) I get, the less I dress. I decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;savor&lt;/span&gt; every moment of each dress-up, starting tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The application of foundation, powder, blush, eye liner, shadow and especially the eye-lashes and mascara took on a more sensual feeling. I slowly slipped into panties and tights, smoothing all out. Bending over in a corset is almost impossible, so I slipped the white Leggs pantyhose up first the left, then right leg all the way to the waist. Then I hooked the corset closed, which took on a submissive thrill (and a lot of breath), and filling the cups with my padding amplified the sensation. The turtle neck was wiggled into, and the spandex jumper pulled taught over the top. Step in to  a nylon slip , and pull it up my silky legs . Next, slowly slipping my stocking clad feet into one, then the other boot, and zipping them up slowly, I had to take a pause and slow down my breathing. Select a wig from 5 choices, admiring the differences each one gives, retrying each after the lipstick is generously applied. Perfume, touched in many places for enhancing sensuality. I had started at 6pm, and was done by 8:30pm. The fingernails were next. I was shaking with excitement as I selected the nails and pressed them in place. Looking in the full-length mirror, I nearly swooned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I set up the camera and tripod, snapping about 16 photos in 15 minutes. Just as I was packed up and ready to walk out the wife returns home (gone all day). She has me wait until she is finished in the bathroom. She asks me if the slip hanging out was a new style, so I fixed the problem. I left about 9:45pm, stopping at an ATM for spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic was in disarray with construction projects forcing detours everywhere. I arrived after ten pm at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt;. The lot wasn't crowded, and not a lot of people upstairs, It looked like a batchelorette party was downstairs (confirmed following the second show). I acknowledged many hello's, including &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jacki, Jaye Marie, Steve, Sherry, Shelly&lt;/span&gt; (I'm surprised), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt; (TS),and staff &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Russ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dave&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracy&lt;/span&gt; was there, but just leaving to do the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noir Leather&lt;/span&gt; Hellbound pin-up night in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detroit&lt;/span&gt;. Bought a beverage, sat, watched and chatted with some, while dancing a few songs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt; arrived, as did the lovely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kik&lt;/span&gt;i. Re-met &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;, and thought I saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Michele&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;undiscovered&lt;/span&gt;) as well. When I noticed the time, I worked my way to the door to call my friend at the bar she works at. She said I would be too late to make it there by last call, so I told her I would try next time. She sounded disappointed, but wanted to see the photos next week.. I went back in for a blow-job (the DRINK, you ninny!), and to say good-bye to those I know still there. It was a long journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at the estate house on my way home. My son was away for the weekend, and it made for  a different background setting. I took a lot of photos, and a short video, before packing up and leaving around 3:45am. Got home, undressed, took off the make-up and went to bed. There was nothing sensual about this at 4:3o am! The adrenalin didn't wear off until then. I left the nails on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when my next outing is, but I'll post when I do know.&lt;br /&gt;Huggs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-1912319210034544156?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1912319210034544156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/going-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1912319210034544156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1912319210034544156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/05/going-out.html' title='going out. . .'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kMWGYX1bqA/TcGGhmsNFbI/AAAAAAAAADE/2nGCs1PUX6w/s72-c/110430-%2B020s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-8643469516845453813</id><published>2011-04-29T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:26:15.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantyhose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noir Leather'/><title type='text'>Trying to keep up. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KhgrqtK25rw/TbuOEBox4oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2js6MN25k-s/s1600/110409%2B043cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KhgrqtK25rw/TbuOEBox4oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2js6MN25k-s/s320/110409%2B043cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601226761375441538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . with life.&lt;br /&gt; I normally try to dress and go out every other weekend during the fall through April (when possible).  Summers are out. I can't seem to get schedules to work as I once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get the chance to get out on April 9th, to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt;. Again my wife found a reason to be gone. I was surprised that the make-up went well. The skirt was guaranteed to fit, and the only choice was which top. I chose a cardigan I had worn once before with the same top and skirt, and looked good at that time. I had already chosen the red with black wig I bought from Han's in Redford (tried it on in drag)  from the earlier incarnation of the outfit. At 9:30 I was applying my nails, took some photos, and left home by ten PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was construction on M-39, but managed to miss any back-ups. Traffic was on the Northbound side as well. Arrived @ Gigi's about 10:30pm. Paid for both levels, headed upstairs. Bought a beverage, and visited with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherry, Leah and Candice May&lt;/span&gt; (OMG!), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt; came around, as well as other admirers. I went downstairs, grabbed a seat at the bar. There were some beautiful girls there, and many were sitting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nickki Stevens&lt;/span&gt; was the M/C, as always, GREAT. I tipped the performers, and went back up to catch up with the dance floor. Only I missed my chance, as the prevalent music was more suited to 24 year olds (and wannabe's). I revisited with those still there. I had AGAIN planned to visit my lady friend at her place of employment, and again, I had an escort. I left to go that way (with Andy, as I was driving him home) by 1:20am. Tried to get on M-39 North, but all the entrances were closed. By the time we got back to the freeway, it was after 1:45, well after the last call at  my LF's bar. I opted to finish dropping Andy off and going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog had really settled in, giving the experience of driving while dressed in eerie surroundings a very spooky feeling. I took the long way home, and passed a RR viaduct tunnel I had always wanted to be photographed in.  I went home, picked up my tripod, and returned. No traffic, and since no one was around, I stopped just past the No Parking sign. Assembled the camera to the tripod, and walked to the tunnel's walkway. While I've been out in public dressed (and many during the daylight hours), this made me a little nervous, as it was only a few blocks from my home. I took a few photos with and without my sweater, in numerous poses. I forgot my own teachings and took some photos beyond the built-in flash range, and many didn't come out. I took about 20 shots, with 3 more outside on a concrete block (again, out of range). With a digital camera, dust, snow, rain and Fog all leave white dots in the photos (flash pix mostly). Back at home, I took more photos and a video. I was exhausted, and I called it quits. By the time I cleaned up (except for fingernails!) and got to bed it was 4:30am. Wife didn't wake, and I fell asleep almost immediately. I didn't remove the nails until 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go out last week, but Easter preempted my needs. I am planning to try Saturday, April 30th., to Gigi's, even though there's a Hellbound honoring Bette Page that night (I don't look like a pin-up any more). I would also like to do Luna in Royal Oak some Friday night, if I can find some girls or gurls to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs, and see you Saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-8643469516845453813?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8643469516845453813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/04/trying-to-keep-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/8643469516845453813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/8643469516845453813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/04/trying-to-keep-up.html' title='Trying to keep up. . .'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KhgrqtK25rw/TbuOEBox4oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2js6MN25k-s/s72-c/110409%2B043cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-5700118081866011460</id><published>2011-04-01T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:46:47.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantyhose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Oohhh, it felt good. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSBlaBZtseg/TZa21OySTaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Q-JUDynbSgQ/s1600/110326-%2B004sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSBlaBZtseg/TZa21OySTaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Q-JUDynbSgQ/s320/110326-%2B004sc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590857013045382562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . to dress and get out again. I missed March 19th, mostly because I overslept after a big afternoon brunch. Waking up after 8:30pm precluded my dressing to go out. I told the wife I was on my way to shower, shave, and BTW, don't be surprised if I reappear in a dress....  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was less than enthusiastic&lt;/span&gt;, so to speak...  so guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had another chance March 26th.&lt;br /&gt;I had planned ahead, and I got started with preps around 6PM-  shower, shave and make-up. I was extra careful on the shave, as I hadn't dressed fully in a while. Make-up went well, following a famous movie queen's recommendations for eye lashes and make-up, and some observations &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; made over the last few months or so. I put on an outfit planned some months ago, but hadn't had time to try on. While the outfit (brown corduroy jumper, white oxford blouse&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) was comfortable last year, it seemed somewhat tight now (too much beer?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going out regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready, including nails by 9:30pm. I took a few timer photos (wife was out at the time), and was on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; by 10:30pm, parked, checked my coat and paid for both levels. Bought a beverage, danced( a LOT), and chatted with a few old friends. I was sorry &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaye Marie&lt;/span&gt; didn't make it for me to wish her a "22nd. birthday" for the twentieth time. I talked at length with (the Classic Beauty) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tracy&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt; and the foxxy &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mistress X&lt;/span&gt;. I saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sherry&lt;/span&gt; (g), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Brandy, Kikki, Jacki and Chrissy&lt;/span&gt;, and a few others that I can't remember their names (getting old is HELL). I had planned to leave about 1:30am to visit a friend at a str8 bar (with an escort no less). I called her bar, and she had apparently left early (I guess she didn't think I'd show up). I stayed until last call, and left about 2am. I tried to pick-up a snack (@ W.C.) on the way home, but after 2am there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; NO fast food around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home about 2:45am, and made some preparations for photos. 100 photos (and a video) later, I grew tired, so I transferred the images to my PC. Then I removed clothing, wig, make-up and got ready for bed, about 4:45am. I kept the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss Press-on Nails&lt;/span&gt; in place until after I woke later Sunday morning. The wife woke and asked if I had a good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOLKS&lt;/span&gt;: Any time I dress, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; when I get out, I have a 'good' time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get out again April 9th., barring schedule conflicts (which usually occurs).&lt;br /&gt;More photos from this night are being added to my Flickr account shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs to all,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-5700118081866011460?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5700118081866011460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/04/oohhh-it-felt-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/5700118081866011460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/5700118081866011460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/04/oohhh-it-felt-good.html' title='Oohhh, it felt good. . .'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSBlaBZtseg/TZa21OySTaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Q-JUDynbSgQ/s72-c/110326-%2B004sc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-9186849333501816290</id><published>2011-03-18T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:37:51.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><title type='text'>Next outing March 19?</title><content type='html'>I have approval AND an outfit (that fits) for going out Sat. night. I'm planning on going to Gigi's in Detroit, around 10 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my fingers crossed. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-9186849333501816290?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/9186849333501816290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/03/next-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/9186849333501816290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/9186849333501816290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/03/next-outing.html' title='Next outing March 19?'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-6835830008173001027</id><published>2011-02-26T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T12:06:23.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantyhose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noir Leather'/><title type='text'>Always Something!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jnCfshCUgs/TWlc5N_UaTI/AAAAAAAAACs/HFZIdA1dC4Y/s1600/110212-%2B027cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jnCfshCUgs/TWlc5N_UaTI/AAAAAAAAACs/HFZIdA1dC4Y/s320/110212-%2B027cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578091751552608562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to attend the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noir Leather Hellbound&lt;/span&gt; Fetish event tonight (2/26/11), but I discovered that I couldn't fit into ANY of my fetish clothing. Add to that the snow which started falling, and I opted not to buy a ticket and go. I'm planning to get real with my diet and beer consumption, starting this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went out was Saturday,Feb. 12th, to Gigi's. The wife went out to do shopping, so I started the preparations early. I bought fingernails, headed home, took a shower and began the make-up process about 6PM. I was done in about an hour and a half (with the make-up, that is). It took me longer to find an outfit that I could fit into without looking like a cow! My black knit sweater dress was clean, and I opted to wear that (the dress is over 25 years old). I then had to choose footwear and wig- and decided on black hi-heeled boots and my longer red /black one from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Han Beauty Supply&lt;/span&gt; in Redford.  I was ready about 9:30pm, and needed to clean a couple of places to take photos. I took a few photos before leaving (make-up always looks best right after application), which was about 10:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived @ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; around 10:20pm, was given my choice of parking spots by the Attendant, paid my cover charge ($5 up &amp;amp; downstairs) and checked my coat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Russ&lt;/span&gt; was taking the fees this time (a real sweetheart). I went in, saw a lot of my friends in attendance, and bought a beverage before finding a place to sit down. I talked to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaye Marie, Christie, Jackie, Leah&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shari&lt;/span&gt; (formerly Debbie) who just lost her wife to illness. I also talked to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarah&lt;/span&gt;, and took both of their photos (Angela is such a camera whore). I also talked to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt;, and met a out of towner TG named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joan&lt;/span&gt;. Joan was a lot of fun to talk to, my age, and a real nice person. I look forward to her next visit! Also present were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mandy, Michelle, Kiki&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marcy&lt;/span&gt;. I was introduced to a CD who, it turned out, was trolling for cocksuckers. Once she tried to get into my bathroom stall, which I prevented, she left me alone (looking for others, I saw). They played my kind of music later than usual, so I danced more than usual. The bartenders (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dave and Tony&lt;/span&gt;) were wonderful as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed around until about 1:45am, and had Andy take a couple of photos before I left. I drove Andy (AKA &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Impaler&lt;/span&gt;) home (we've known each other for many years) on my way home. I skipped a food stop at 2AM, and started taking photos immediately on arrival. I finished up about 3:20am, and changed back to male drab. I was in bed by 3:45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have made the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellbound&lt;/span&gt; tonight, but there will be another one sometime before the summer and boating season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-6835830008173001027?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6835830008173001027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/02/always-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6835830008173001027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6835830008173001027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2011/02/always-something.html' title='Always Something!'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jnCfshCUgs/TWlc5N_UaTI/AAAAAAAAACs/HFZIdA1dC4Y/s72-c/110212-%2B027cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-1009717629108081359</id><published>2010-12-09T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:27:15.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantyhose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>December 4th outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TQEQd0te3OI/AAAAAAAAACY/WfqeUesnUW4/s1600/101204-1%2B019cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TQEQd0te3OI/AAAAAAAAACY/WfqeUesnUW4/s320/101204-1%2B019cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548734320448822498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the hustle and bustle of life lately, I didn't think I'd get out any more this year! I was out 7 times in the spring (B4 boating season), and I've been out once in September and once in October (Halloween night). It wasn't looking good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a full weekend schedule through Christmas, with 2 exceptions- The 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. and 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I grabbed the opportunity on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;., as the wife was out Christmas shopping. I did my fingernail shopping early, and began my dressing prep work about 5PM. I had my outfit in mind, and being done with my make-up by 8PM, I expected be dressed and leave by 9PM. I hadn't counted on the fact I was unable to fit into the outfit planned (or just about any outfit I could think of). After much searching and try-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt;, I settled on a favorite white blouse (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meijers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), black stretch mini-skirt (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salvation Army Thrift Shop&lt;/span&gt;), black vest (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K-Mart&lt;/span&gt;), black pantyhose, and black boots (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Payless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I selected my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manic Panic&lt;/span&gt;" red bob wig from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incognito&lt;/span&gt; over two other wig choices, to be different. I attached the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One-step&lt;/span&gt; press-on nails, and was finally ready to leave around 10:15PM. I took a few photos, and left around 10:30PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt;, parked and went inside. I paid for both levels (never made it downstairs), checked my coat, and noted a few friends scattered about the bar. I chatted with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaye Marie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christie&lt;/span&gt;, g/f &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laurie Beth&lt;/span&gt;, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Debbie&lt;/span&gt;' (I forgot her NEW name), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt;, and 3 regular admirers. I saw, but didn't converse with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brandy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mistress Alicia&lt;/span&gt;. I bought a beverage and visited, did some dancing and a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gurl&lt;/span&gt; watching. I even went and tipped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt; behind the bar for being my savior on Halloween (see previous blog). At one point I snagged '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cree&lt;/span&gt;', an admirer, to take a couple of photos of me while sitting on the speakers in Gigi's (above). I hung around until about 1:45AM, when the place began to empty out. A fight between 2 Lesbians broke out, and I chose to leave. I retrieved my coat , and on  the way out of the parking lot I tipped the attendant (he's always so sweet), and made my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at the W.C. near home on the way (about 2:00am), but they were slow as usual, so I opted to head straight home and get my photo session started. I have the camera's self-timer set to take 3 photos each press of the shutter release. I switched wigs to see what the other 2 choices would look like with the make-up and outfit. I filled one 1GB card, and took more on my 2GB card before quitting. I even took 2 videos, which will need to be edited (for both time and content).  I just have to re-install the troublesome editing software first. I cleaned up, put things away, and uploaded the cards to my PC. I didn't eat before turning in, and I left my fingernails on until later. I was in bed by 4AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to go through my clothes collection and launder and store what fits, and donate what I'll never be able to wear again. I am embarking on a diet (wrong season I think) and exercise program to salvage some of my wardrobe. With any kind of luck, I'll be out on the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of people (including the 'shot' boy), asked me if I was having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; have a good time when I dress and go out in public. I'm looking forward to the next opportunity to become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;en femme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Huggs&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I have more photos posted on my Flickr account...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-1009717629108081359?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1009717629108081359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-4th-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1009717629108081359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1009717629108081359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-4th-outing.html' title='December 4th outing'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TQEQd0te3OI/AAAAAAAAACY/WfqeUesnUW4/s72-c/101204-1%2B019cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-5026529604663360824</id><published>2010-11-03T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:19:15.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='StarTrek'/><title type='text'>Halloween outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TNGLQQllkXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EGFyay9uwTg/s1600/101031-+020cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TNGLQQllkXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EGFyay9uwTg/s320/101031-+020cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535358528461836658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after 5 years of not going out dressed at Halloween, I finally got a chance Sunday. The wife has insisted we attend friends and organizations Halloween parties, which left Lisa out. This year however, all the parties skipped the 31st., so I seized the opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out Saturday night, and partied till well after 1am, leaving me tired and a little tipsy. Sunday, the wife took our kids out for dinner, leaving me home alone to dress. I shopped for pantyhose and fingernails around 6pm, but by the time I got home, I wasn't feeling too well. I almost gave up. After a little while, I started my preparation, knowing I could always stay home, or go to bed. After shaving and starting with the make-up, the old desires came back and urged me on. The make-up was the easy part- the dress I was to wear required my corset, and a lot of work to get into. Since the dress was form fitting, I added some hip and butt padding to amplify the corset's effect. I opted for a different wig and boots than I had planned on. I was ready by 9:45pm to leave, and had the wife take a couple of photos on my way out. I was nearly to Gigi's when I realized I hadn't taken my house keys or my cell phone with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I parked and paid my admission fee, I looked for a payphone, forgetting the Phone Company got out of the payphone business. I explained my dilemma to Tony behind the bar, and he took me to the kitchen and showed me their business phone. What a Doll! I called the wife, and made arrangements for access when I returned home. Feeling somewhat better, I bought a beverage and wandered around, eying costumes. There weren't a lot of people there, but most wore some kind of costume. There were a lot of GG's there, mostly arm in arm. They had taken out the bar stools along the one counter (to make room for the crowd they expected), and since I wasn't going to stand for 3 hours or more, I grabbed a seat at the end of the bar next to the dance floor. It wasn't long before the place filled up. I had turned around in the seat to look at the crowd, which garnered me a lot of bumps and banging of the knees. One particular young boy was indifferent to barging his way past me (and others at the bar) numerous times- I nearly stood up and punched him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a mini-show with the new Gigi's title holders, M/C'd by Nickki&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stevens&lt;/span&gt;, dancing and the costume contest followed at midnight (I didn't enter). It was so packed I had to stand up on the stool's rungs to see anything going on. There were many girls and guys dressed up as the opposite sex, traditional Halloween costumes and some far-out ones as well. I noticed few of the regular Saturday T*'s in attendance. Once the contest was over, awards given, and photo ops done, the crowd dissipated quickly. I moved to the far end of the bar to visit with G/F Leah, and had a couple of photos taken with her (she was dressed as a "White Russian"). With my corset on, I wasn't able to consume more than one beverage, so I was going to leave early. When I noticed the time (1:40am), I made my rounds to say goodbye to those I know. An Angela I know was wearing her coat, so I hadn't noticed she was also in a StarTrek outfit- great minds think alike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left by 1:50am, and headed straight home, obeying all laws (the Police were out in force), and arrived home by 2:10am. I took a couple of dozen photos, but didn't go outside for any. I uploaded the photos to my PC, took off the clothes and make-up, and cleaned up my 'photo studio'. I was in bed by 3:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good time, considering I was uncomfortable feeling all night. I loved being out on Halloween again, and got a lot of compliments on my 'costume'. There were a few men who tried to pick me up, but I'm not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; kind of gal. Besides, they were drunk and their breath really stunk! I'm hoping to go out again on the 16th., because I don't think the wife will let me out two weeks in a row, and the 6th is time change weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See other photos on my Flickr pages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisa D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-5026529604663360824?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5026529604663360824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/5026529604663360824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/5026529604663360824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-outing.html' title='Halloween outing'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TNGLQQllkXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EGFyay9uwTg/s72-c/101031-+020cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-3455088873799407186</id><published>2010-10-30T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T08:04:41.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TMwwD5GZkCI/AAAAAAAAACI/BeAsNliEIzs/s1600/091114-+048s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TMwwD5GZkCI/AAAAAAAAACI/BeAsNliEIzs/s320/091114-+048s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533850885556899874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Have you ever noticed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... how things don't always work out as planned. I didn't have the time to dress and go out Oct. 2nd. following storing our boat, I went to a funeral Oct. 9th., the annual club work day Oct. 16th., and a straight Halloween party the 23rd. We are going to another straight Halloween party yet tonight. My wife won't let me dress as Lisa for any of those parties.. ;&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am going out tomorrow night (10/31/10)  to Gigi's Cabaret in Detroit for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crossdressers &lt;/span&gt;Holiday! It has been a few years since I've gone out on a Halloween crossdressed. I am going to wear this StarTrek outfit, and either this wig or my longer red / black wig with a 'bump-it' to give me the poof at the crown (like the 70's actresses wore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have nothing planned Monday, I expect to stay out late, enjoying the feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisa D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-3455088873799407186?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3455088873799407186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/3455088873799407186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/3455088873799407186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TMwwD5GZkCI/AAAAAAAAACI/BeAsNliEIzs/s72-c/091114-+048s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-4528732756708351327</id><published>2010-09-22T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:16:28.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantyhose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Glorious Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TJoqmjAuoXI/AAAAAAAAACA/MhCwpU0undA/s1600/010918-+005sc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TJoqmjAuoXI/AAAAAAAAACA/MhCwpU0undA/s320/010918-+005sc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519771135017656690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, all!&lt;br /&gt;After a 4 month hiatus from dressing, I finally got a chance to dress and go out on Saturday, Sept. 18th.&lt;br /&gt;The wife, a neighbor and I went to the Eastern Market in Detroit for some fall produce Saturday, and didn't get back until 3pm. The wife wanted a draft beer, so we visited our favorite watering hole. We returned home about 5:30pm, and I immediately went back out for some fingernails. Once home I showered, shaved and began my make-up job. I borrowed a top from the wife (had been hanging up in the bathroom for 2 months), as well as a necklace (and deodorant). Since I had not been dressing since May, it took me a little while to find all my clothing. I also realized I was out of shape, so I wore a corset. I could barely bend over to put on my pantyhose! Managing that, I scrounged up some jewelry, a pair of boots (in case of rain) and a pair of pumps. I tried the boots and pumps with the outfit, and decided on the pumps. I put on the Kiss stick-on nails and had the wife take some photos (3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the house after 10:30pm, and arrived at Gigi's about 11pm. I paid for both levels, but never got to the show downstairs. The bar was not crowded, and I think the admirers outnumbered the gurls. I saw Jaye Marie first, we hugged, and got myself a beverage. I sat down, and noticed Audrey talking with 3 other gurls, and as they got up from their seats I went over to say hi. They were leaving to find another place to dance that had last decades music to dance to (the Backstreet, I think). I then noticed one of the group was an old friend, Stephanie. I had not seen her in a few years, and was saddened when she was leaving as well. I wanted to catch up on the past years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once they left (and Jaye disappeared as well), I was pretty much on my own. I did see Dawn Legluver, but she wasn't there for much longer, either. The only other gurl I knew by name was Rachel, and she was dancing her pretty ass off. The music was too "young" for me, so I didn't dance. I talked to the two admirers I've known for years, and just watched the crowd. I moved to next to the speaker, kind of leaned against admirer Chris, who seemed to get physically excited with my body contact. I was hit on by at least 4 guys, and eyeballed by many more. There were a few other gurls there, either into playing pool, or to pick up a guy for later. Not wanting to sound catty, but most of the gurls still there looked like fullbacks in dresses. I moved and sat on top of a speaker to avoid many of the guys, and to be seen better . I still had 2 more guys try to hit on me, and one guy standing close, ogling my legs (and hoping for a leg shot, which I'm sure he got). After rebuffing the two admirers, the guy looking at my legs approached me, touched my legs and confessed he was a pantyhose freak. He wanted to buy my used pantyhose from me! I told him no, but allowed him to stroke my lower legs while I was on the speaker. I asked him to take a couple of photos of me sitting there, which he quickly agreed to do (see the photo). After the photos, I asked him to help me to get down from the speaker. He did manage a quick feel of my upper thighs and ass in the process. At 2:00am, I left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight home, no stops. Once there, I broke out the camera tripod, cleaned a couple of settings  and began to take photos. I took my equipment out to the driveway to take some photos in our car. As I was setting up, the neighbor across the street came home with others. I stepper in front of the car, and waited almost 20 minutes for them to leave again. I hastily snapped a few photos, and retreated to the safety of the house. A few more photos wearing the boots, and it was 3:45am already. I put the equipment away, uploaded the photos to my PC, and changed back to male drab. As been the habit (since the kids moved out), I kept the nails on until the next day- I wanted to get the most out of a set of disposable fingernails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being dressed and going out again was heaven on earth for me. The boat is still in the water, but the racing season is over. I expect to get out more on a regular schedule once the boat has been hauled out and stored. Since I didn't know I was being allowed to dress until Saturday, I didn't have time to post my plans. I will rectify that in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved getting out and the attention I got! Looking forward to many more outings as Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;Huggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-4528732756708351327?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4528732756708351327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/09/glorious-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/4528732756708351327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/4528732756708351327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/09/glorious-fall.html' title='Glorious Fall!'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/TJoqmjAuoXI/AAAAAAAAACA/MhCwpU0undA/s72-c/010918-+005sc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-1734772366529945788</id><published>2010-05-19T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:15:20.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantyhose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Summer is nearly here. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S_QHtYDMVMI/AAAAAAAAABw/0ZZdq86tEmI/s1600/05-08-2010+001cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S_QHtYDMVMI/AAAAAAAAABw/0ZZdq86tEmI/s320/05-08-2010+001cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473007923293344962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . and my dressing time is waning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest son got married in the beginning of May, and that meant being busy in April with wedding plans. Didn't get a chance to dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in May, I'm busy getting our boat ready for the sailing season. I had planned to go out on May 8th to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; in Detroit. Earlier that day (I don't like scheduling events on my outing day, as something always goes awry), my wife and I went out for a Mother's Day meal with the newlyweds at a restaurant called the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Coat Tavern&lt;/span&gt;. The meal was very good, and they had an excellent microbrew beer called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thelonius Monk&lt;/span&gt;' of which I had three (pints). The brew was 9% alcohol, and I was feeling little pain when we left. My wife wanted additional draft beer (against my better judgment), so I agreed as long as I would have time to get ready to go out. Two more draft pints later, we got home. By that time, I was pretty much wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a strong urge to dress, but I had a serious coordination problem. The last time I was like that and went out dressed, I was stopped for DUIL. I still had a need to get dressed, so I did, but knew I wasn't going anywhere. It took me an hour to find my razor (my wife had relocated it) and get my first shave. Since I wasn't going to be in the public eye, I only shaved once. I also used some new make-up the wife bought herself for the wedding- foundation, powder, blush and mascara (no false eyelashes this time). I used my eye shadow, brow powder (I did not conceal my real eyebrows either) and eyeliner. When I applied my lipstick, I overshot my lower lip, and didn't bother to re-do it. I decided to wear a jumper and white knit long sleeved top both destined for the wash, and no waist cincher, and with black high heels and white pantyhose. I didn't bother with finger nails, since I was staying home. I was fully dressed by 10 PM, just in time for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Wings&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharks&lt;/span&gt; playoff game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife came home with her carry-out dinner just as I finished my preparations. We both watched the game, disappointed in the results (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Wings&lt;/span&gt; lost, and were eliminated from the play-offs). Wifey stayed up for a few minutes cleaning up her after dinner, and went to bed. She had sat next to me for the whole game, and treated me as if I wasn't dressed (much to my surprise). She even kissed me good night (on the cheek, though)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she went to bed, I pulled out my camera, and began snapping pictures (self-timer), and taking a video or two before I began to tire, which was about 3:30 AM. I did an outfit change once, wearing just my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Wings&lt;/span&gt; jersey, pantyhose and red high heels during the photo shoot (posted on my Flikr page). I put things away, checked my e-mail and Flickr page, and downloaded my camera cards to my PC while still dressed. I removed my clothes and make-up and was in bed by about 4:15 AM. When I viewed the photos I took later on Sunday, I was amazed by how well I looked! For a hurried, uncoordinated attempt at make-up, it didn't look too bad (for the camera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping I can get one more opportunity to dress and go out to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday, May 22nd., before the boat gets launched and Memorial Day weekend's annual sail happens. Once summer is here, I will have precious little time to go out dressed. If I can't go out, I pray I will be able to find time to dress enfemme for short periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my ramblings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs,   Lisa D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS My wife now calls that wicked brew '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felonius&lt;/span&gt; Monk'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-1734772366529945788?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1734772366529945788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-is-nearly-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1734772366529945788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1734772366529945788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-is-nearly-here.html' title='Summer is nearly here. . .'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S_QHtYDMVMI/AAAAAAAAABw/0ZZdq86tEmI/s72-c/05-08-2010+001cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-1567744673649992285</id><published>2010-04-21T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:28:30.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noir Leather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Recent outings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S88lkXNClnI/AAAAAAAAABo/K39m5SzUL48/s1600/100410+075cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S88lkXNClnI/AAAAAAAAABo/K39m5SzUL48/s320/100410+075cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462626179657930354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, all!&lt;br /&gt;I have been out 4 times since my last blog. Three to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt;, and once to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellbound&lt;/span&gt; event produced by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noir Leather&lt;/span&gt; (www.noirleather.com).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellbound&lt;/span&gt; on 2/27, I wore a schoolgirl outfit with a blonde wig and pigtails (recommended by a GG friend of mine). Near the end of the night, I was asked by the multimedia company recording the event for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noir Leather&lt;/span&gt; to do an on-camera interview. I did, and was both scared (could be made public) and thrilled for the opportunity. They were all extremely nice to me. There are photos of me of all the outings I have been on posted on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt; account (http://www.flickr.com/photos/miss_lisa_dee/), if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent outing was to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's Cabaret&lt;/span&gt; in Detroit, on April 10th, 2010. I had the whole house to myself (wife was out of town), but I didn't start changing until my usual time (about 6pm). I did my make-up first, which was the easy part. I had planned on wearing a new brown knit top (from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meijers&lt;/span&gt;) with my tan miniskirt and brown shoes, but there was a mark on the rear I hadn't noticed when I wore it last. Then the battle to find a skirt that fit AND went with the top. I also wanted to wear a camisole beneath the top like a twofer (it was low cut), but found nothing suitable. I ended up with the ensemble pictured above. I wore a nylon minislip underneath the knit skirt so it wouldn't bunch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally left around 10:00pm, after shooting a number of photos (make-up always looks best before a night out). I arrived at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi&lt;/span&gt;, and there were 3 party buses there, but the lot was nearly empty. I went in, paid for both levels and went in the upper bar for a beverage. There weren't many people there- I found out that was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saugatuck&lt;/span&gt; weekend and many gurls went. I danced some, and talked to some of the gurls that were there. I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cherri&lt;/span&gt;, who came with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Janet's Closet&lt;/span&gt; (www.janetscloset.com), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;, who was there with her wife. I also talked to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherri&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Marie S&lt;/span&gt;., before heading down to the show. I watched the performances, tipping as it went along. I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anton&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt;), and met their guest as well. I had seen each performer at least once, so I headed upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did more socializing and dancing, and didn't notice the time. I had planned to visit my GG friend at her place of employment (a straight bar), but by the time I called her to verify how busy they were, it was too late to make it there before last call. She was disappointed, since there were almost no patrons- perfect for a visit. I left &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; around 1:50am, and started homeward. Something made me change directions, and I headed to my friends bar, hoping to catch her leaving. I arrived there about 2:10 am, and waited. I called her cell phone to alert her to my presence, but she didn't get the message. She walked out about 2:30am, and didn't notice me. I greeted her at carside, surprising her. We talked for a few minutes, and reveled in her compliments. She had to leave, since she was dog tired, and had to work Sunday early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed home, and once there, set off to do more photos (and some video). I even took the camera outside and did some photos of me in the car. I grew weary around 3:45am, and called it a night. I took off the outer clothing, wig, eyelashes, lipstick, and went to bed- make-up, underwear and fingernails still on (my wife won't allow me to bed like that, but she was gone). I cleaned up after I awoke around 10:30am, and put everything away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time, and hope to get out once more this month, and maybe another time in May. The boating season is coming, and that means few opportunities to dress and go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll see you out on my next visit to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellbound&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-1567744673649992285?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1567744673649992285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-all-i-have-been-out-3-times-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1567744673649992285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1567744673649992285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-all-i-have-been-out-3-times-since.html' title='Recent outings'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S88lkXNClnI/AAAAAAAAABo/K39m5SzUL48/s72-c/100410+075cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-3717498944941430699</id><published>2010-01-11T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:23:39.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>I was (finally) out again last Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S0td_pJzmrI/AAAAAAAAABg/rMTuJ9NFjyQ/s1600-h/100109-+014sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S0td_pJzmrI/AAAAAAAAABg/rMTuJ9NFjyQ/s320/100109-+014sc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425533524058020530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to arrange the time, so I dressed and went out to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detroit&lt;/span&gt; last Saturday (1/9). The wife wanted to visit a local tavern before I started my transformation, so I got&lt;br /&gt;a later start than I wanted (but the wife was happy). The make-up was the easiest part this time, and it came out better than I expected. I had a couple of outfits planned, but couldn't find everything I was looking for. I haven't bought Lisa any new clothes in a couple of years, so I usually put something together that I have not worn in a few months. My clothes aren't fitting so well as I get older (and bigger), so my selection is getting smaller. I found (and settled on) my brown corduroy jumper, white blouse, suntan pantyhose, boots and a short wig. I couldn't find one of the the shoes I was going to wear at the club, so I opted&lt;br /&gt;to stay in the boots all night. I finished my dressing with the addition of some jewelry and perfume. I set up the camera and tripod, took some photos, unhooked the camera, put it in my&lt;br /&gt;purse, said goodbye to the wife (busy in her office) and left about 10:00pm (she didn't notice the short outfit with a coat on!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at an ATM for cash, and arrived at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt; around 10:40pm. I managed to get a&lt;br /&gt;parking spot close enough to the building that I could use my remote starter when ready to&lt;br /&gt;leave. Once inside, I paid for both levels (but didn't go down to see the show, yet again) and&lt;br /&gt;headed to the bar. While waiting for the waitress, I was greeted by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaye Marie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Also there were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chrissie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laurie Beth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Debbie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelly &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shelly &lt;/span&gt;was also there, but ignored me as her usual way. I visited around, noting some new faces, as well as some familiar ones who haven't been there in a while. There were two mature gurls there, showing the rest of us how it is done! Later more arrived- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anastasia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hott&lt;/span&gt; DQ performer from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toledo&lt;/span&gt;, just to mention a few. I danced as long as the 'good' music played, watched the pool players some, and visited the rest of the time. As the crowd began to disperse (after 1:30am), I finally got a chance to chat with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lynn&lt;/span&gt;, a gurl I haven't&lt;br /&gt;seen in over 3 years (she claims to have a photo of us together). I said my farewells, and&lt;br /&gt;headed to the door. I started my vehicle, and recovered my coat from the coat check. After a&lt;br /&gt;5 minute warm-up, I left for home. I stopped for a snack at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WC&lt;/span&gt; (which I finished before&lt;br /&gt;arriving home), and arrived home around 2:15am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife was already asleep when I arrived, so I set up the camera and took lots of photos,&lt;br /&gt;and a video as well. I had planned on doing some outfit changes and even a photo or two out&lt;br /&gt;in the snow, but the hour was late (about 4:00am), and I was getting tired. I took care of&lt;br /&gt;my heightened physical needs and changed back to drab. I left my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss Stick-on&lt;/span&gt; nails and a&lt;br /&gt;bracelet in place till the morning. One of my New Years resolutions is to clean-up and&lt;br /&gt;organize Lisa's things so they can be found easier. I even found the missing shoe while&lt;br /&gt;putting my worn clothes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first outing of the year, and the first since Dec. 7th. I am planning to go out&lt;br /&gt;again Jan. 23rd., and have scheduled an outing in March for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annual Crossroads Chapter &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dinner/dance&lt;/span&gt;. I thoroughly enjoyed my night out dressed enfemme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisa D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-3717498944941430699?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3717498944941430699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-finally-out-again-last-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/3717498944941430699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/3717498944941430699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-finally-out-again-last-saturday.html' title='I was (finally) out again last Saturday!'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S0td_pJzmrI/AAAAAAAAABg/rMTuJ9NFjyQ/s72-c/100109-+014sc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-3347138811027157170</id><published>2010-01-08T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:57:01.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><title type='text'>Last time out . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S0dxNLJGoWI/AAAAAAAAABY/YBwChjPgS9U/s1600-h/091207-+007cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S0dxNLJGoWI/AAAAAAAAABY/YBwChjPgS9U/s320/091207-+007cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424428747334263138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . was Dec. 7th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;December was a busy month for me, so I didn't have time to update this blog.I haven't worn this outfit for almost a year- white pantyhose, black knit jumper (from the 1990's), leather boots and a white turtleneck sweater. I opted to wear my black bob wig, which is also from the 90's (I tried to mimic a look in photos taken 10 years ago). I had gotten the earliest start in years, and was ready to leave by 8:45pm- my wife wasn't home to complain about the dress length. I took a few photos before leaving, and headed out, stopping at an ATM before arriving at Gigi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parking lot was nearly empty, so I got a good spot. I went in, paid for both levels, and headed upstairs. I was greeted by Jaye Marie, Jackie and Chrissy. I ordered a drink, and made my rounds. Being there early, the place wasn't too busy, and the music DJ Russ spun was easy for me to dance to. Between dances, Jaye introduced me to a (lovely) new face, Kelly. By 11pm, the place filled up. I didn't go down to see the show this time, but I did some schmoozing upstairs instead. I saw Anton (The Impaler), Megan, Brian Behave, and others who's names I forgot (getting older is a bitch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1am I made my rounds, said my good-byes and left. I arrived at home about 1:45am, and since the wife was sleeping, I started to take as many photos (and a video or two) as my memory card could hold. Around 3am, I shut down the photo session and changed back to drab. The only concession I made was to leave the Kiss Stick-on nails on my fingers until the next morning- I wanted to get my moneys worth out of the nails (being home without the kids around allows me more freedom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 19th. we were out of town, Dec. 26th and Jan. 2nd I was down with a cold which turned into the flu. I am looking forward to going out tomorrow night (Jan. 9th) to Gigi's. Should everything work out, I'll also be out 1/23. I am also planning to attend the Crossroads Chapter Anniversary dinner/dance in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs to all!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-3347138811027157170?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3347138811027157170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-time-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/3347138811027157170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/3347138811027157170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-time-out.html' title='Last time out . .'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/S0dxNLJGoWI/AAAAAAAAABY/YBwChjPgS9U/s72-c/091207-+007cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-5566020598300805692</id><published>2009-11-15T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:13:13.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><title type='text'>Went out Oct. 14th...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SwDCoNaL4-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_2BNbitiapw/s1600/091114-+002sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SwDCoNaL4-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_2BNbitiapw/s320/091114-+002sc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404533548894643170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh Hell YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I managed to get out once again on Saturday last (11/14/09). I got a later start than I wanted, but I acceded to the wife's wishes for socializing prior to my dressing (what can you do?) I was finally ready about 9:30pm (after trying on various outfits and wigs), but I still had to do the nails. I finally left around 10:30pm, and had a photo taken by the wife before I left (uncluttered background settings were extremely limited). I stopped to buy gas on the way, and was eye-balled by a number of (male) patrons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I arrived at Gigi's around 10:45pm, and got a prime parking spot. I went in, paid only for upstairs and sashayed my way in. I saw many of my friends immediately- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tracy, Debbie, Brandie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Leah, Jacki, Chrissy, Laurie Beth and Anton&lt;/span&gt;. I ordered a ginger ale, and said hi to those I recognized. Other gurls who walked in (or came up from the show) were &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wendy Seymone, Megan&lt;/span&gt; (finally in gurl mode), &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jaye Marie, Brian, Angela, Tammy Brianne&lt;/span&gt; and a few gurls I've talked to before, but don't remember their names. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Russ&lt;/span&gt; was spinning the tunes I could dance to, so I did! Once the music got too young for me, I circulated around, chatting up many of the ladies. Apparently there was a 'tour'group there, and someone with a boat air horn kept calling the missing people for departure- What a distraction AND a headache! Jaye introduced me to a gorgeous gal I hadn't seen before, and who I can't recall her name (damn my failing memory). I hung around till closing and left before the moment of truth (when the lights come on, and you find out if your make-up cuts it or not).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got home around 2:25am, and the wife was already in bed. I cleared a spot in our living room so I could take some pictures (and a video or two as well). I shot for almost 45 minutes, and decided to try on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhura&lt;/span&gt;" dress I bought for Halloween. It was a tight fit, but I still love it (I'm going to get a custom made one by next Halloween). A dozen more photos in different wigs, and settings (outdoor) before I filled the memory card. Since it was way after 4:00am, I reluctantly put away the photo gear and made my change back to male mode, after cleaning up the pile of wigs and clothing I had created!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All in all, it was simply wonderful to dress and get out again. My last outings since May were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellbound&lt;/span&gt; on Oct. 10th, and Gigi's Sept. 19th. I hope to get out on Nov. 28th.(if I'm lucky), which is another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellbound&lt;/span&gt; night.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks to all the gurls who welcomed me back- it made all my effort worth it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Huggs,    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS photos coming to my Flicke page shortly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-5566020598300805692?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5566020598300805692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-out-oct-14th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/5566020598300805692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/5566020598300805692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-out-oct-14th.html' title='Went out Oct. 14th...'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SwDCoNaL4-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_2BNbitiapw/s72-c/091114-+002sc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-6442641783225492865</id><published>2009-11-07T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:59:08.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><title type='text'>oops! Didn't make it out...</title><content type='html'>I didn't go out tonight- I'm feeling kind of ill, so I opted to stay home instead. I hope to try again on the 14th,. if I'm healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The following weekends are questionable, so it may be December before I am able to go out again. Keep tuned.&lt;br /&gt; I'm on my way to bed and some sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-6442641783225492865?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6442641783225492865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/11/oops-didnt-make-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6442641783225492865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6442641783225492865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/11/oops-didnt-make-it-out.html' title='oops! Didn&apos;t make it out...'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-6435356373283235466</id><published>2009-11-07T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:47:46.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><title type='text'>Tonite, 11/7/09</title><content type='html'>I know it is short notice, but I thought I'd let my friends know I'm dressing and going out tonight. I will probably do Gigi's, my favorite T* friendly establishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have some photos to post tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-6435356373283235466?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6435356373283235466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/11/tonite-11709.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6435356373283235466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6435356373283235466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/11/tonite-11709.html' title='Tonite, 11/7/09'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-7125329341672300399</id><published>2009-10-22T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:28:40.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PVC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noir Leather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellbound'/><title type='text'>Hellbound, Oct. 10th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SuCILoekogI/AAAAAAAAABI/UzPn3xzkB38/s1600-h/IMG_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SuCILoekogI/AAAAAAAAABI/UzPn3xzkB38/s320/IMG_2780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395462087015440898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm a little late in posting this, but I have had a lot to do these last 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to get out 10/10 to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Northern Lights Lounge&lt;/span&gt; in Detroit for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noir Leather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hellbound Fetish event&lt;/span&gt;. I wore all black- sleeveless PVC dress, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leggs&lt;/span&gt; Sheer pantyhose, knit long sleeved bodysuit, gloves and knee high patent platform boots. I dressed at home, but I got a later start than I planned, as I attended a fundraiser my wife was involved in before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for the event around 10:00pm, arriving about 10:40 or so. It took me about ten minutes to find a parking place that was within walking distance. After entering the establishment, I turned in my advance purchase ticket, and started to wander around. Within moments, I was greeted by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noir Leather&lt;/span&gt; owners wife. What a doll! She remembered me from the last time I made a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hellbound&lt;/span&gt;, and complimented me on my outfit. She offered me a seat with her and some of the notable people there. I wanted to look around, and see If I knew anyone else there, so I declined. It took me awhile to get a drink (ginger ale), even though it wasn't very crowded. I didn't see any of my T* friends there, a disappointment. A couple of men I've seen at previous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hellbounds &lt;/span&gt;said hello, and some hot looking ladies introduced themselves to me during the night. After standing for awhile, I found a bondage chair available near the stage, so I made myself at home. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noir&lt;/span&gt; owner, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt; stopped by and warmly  greeted me. He asked to take my photo, and since I had left my camera in the car, I accepted his offer. He asked my permission to post one of the photos on his website (http://www.noirleather.com), which I readily agreed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the chair for nearly an hour, until a bossy Dom lady ousted me. I wandered again, and during a break in the entertainment, I visited the ladies room. A drunk lady came up to me there, and asked me to carry her out. In my platform boots, I didn't think I could. She hopped her butt onto the sink counter, and wrapped her legs around me. She kissed me, and smashed my face into her breasts. I was leaving plenty of lipstick prints on her skin and face. When other women came in,  the diversion allowed me to unwrap her legs from my waist and guide her out of the restroom. Her 'date' called out her name, and I guided her to him. When he pulled her out of the bar, I went back to the restroom to check on my lipstick, makeup, wig and earrings. A little touch-up, and I returned to the event. Many of the ladies there either smiled or winked at me, including one booted babe who had her male friend kissing her boots and legs, while feeding him bottles of beer. She kept looking at me, no matter where I was. After the shows were over, I said my goodbyes to our hosts and headed to my car, somewhere around 1:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I decided to stop by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luna&lt;/span&gt; in Royal Oak for a drink, since it was alternative night there. The place was packed, and I was way overdressed for the crowd. Most were young enough to be my children or grandchildren. Lots of people noticed me, mostly males reading me. I got some interesting looks from some of the girls, though. At one point, a girl stopped to talk with me about make-up, especially eyelashes. She complimented me on my outfit and make-up. I told her I felt overdressed, and she suggested I stop in on a Friday night- I might feel more comfortable. I finished my drink, and left about last call. It was only 5 minutes back home, and the wife was still up. I broke out the camera, and shot a couple dozen photos, and recorded a couple of videos.  I felt wrung out about 3:00am, and put the camera equipment away. It took me about 20 minutes to change back to my male self, and was in bed by 3:45am or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time, even for not seeing my T* friends there. The venue was one of the nicest ones they held a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hellbound&lt;/span&gt; at in many years. My thanks to Keith and his wife for making me feel so welcome. And a special Kiss to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt; for posting my photo on their website. I look forward to the next &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hellbound&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the next 2 weekends busy with Halloween parties (straight, unfortunately), so I won't be getting out dressed any time soon. I'll post when I will be going out.&lt;br /&gt;Huggs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-7125329341672300399?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7125329341672300399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/10/hellbound-oct-10th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/7125329341672300399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/7125329341672300399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/10/hellbound-oct-10th.html' title='Hellbound, Oct. 10th.'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SuCILoekogI/AAAAAAAAABI/UzPn3xzkB38/s72-c/IMG_2780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-1599716976306715530</id><published>2009-10-04T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:02:23.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transvestite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noir Leather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out dressed'/><title type='text'>Wouldn't you know it. . .</title><content type='html'>Things conspired against Lisa to get out, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replaced a license plate light (the locals look forward to pulling you over for the least infraction, so they can add to their score on DUI arrests), and tested the lights. The lamp I replaced worked OK, but the headlights wouldn't. So I delved into the wiring harness, and broke the connector pin responsible for the problem. I had trouble with this before, and I thought I had solved it. I couldn't fix it by the time I had to get ready, and the wife had the other vehicle. I was without transportation, so I was out of luck. I didn't go out as planned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This solves one problem, and created others. I will be going out to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noir Leather&lt;/span&gt; Hellbound&lt;/span&gt; event at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Northern Lights Lounge&lt;/span&gt; in Detroit on Oct. 10th., but since I missed last night, I may miss Oct. 17th., which I had planned on. I have two straight Halloween parties I am expected to attend on the 24th and 31st, so I'll miss the Annual Crossdresser /TV holiday (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for me at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellbound&lt;/span&gt;. I may try to visit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luna&lt;/span&gt; that night as well ( their alternative night), but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to getting out again (especially in fetish gear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lisa D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-1599716976306715530?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1599716976306715530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/10/wouldnt-you-know-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1599716976306715530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1599716976306715530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/10/wouldnt-you-know-it.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t you know it. . .'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-1896026943251515887</id><published>2009-10-02T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:43:51.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noir Leather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossdressing'/><title type='text'>Going out this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have the time and permission to go out this Saturday (10/3). I'm planning on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigi's&lt;/span&gt;, if there isn't anything else to do. I may even start the evening at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luna&lt;/span&gt; in Royal Oak, depending on what I decide to wear. I will have new photos to post either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is also a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noir Leather Hellbound &lt;/span&gt;fetish event the following Saturday (10/10), but that day has already been spoken for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay tuned for the after outing report. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-1896026943251515887?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1896026943251515887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-out-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1896026943251515887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/1896026943251515887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-out-this-weekend.html' title='Going out this weekend'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-6330365182117925950</id><published>2009-09-20T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:44:42.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time since May. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/Sra8oaMXqGI/AAAAAAAAABA/R1iBVaGEcgU/s1600-h/L-090919+005ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/Sra8oaMXqGI/AAAAAAAAABA/R1iBVaGEcgU/s320/L-090919+005ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383697806979999842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;. . . since I dressed and went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dressed at home, and I spent too much time eating and shaving (ouch!) to leave when I planned. I asked the wife if I could wear a specific top of hers, and she said " yes, in fact it fits you better than me. You can keep it." I reminded her she was planning on losing weight, and she replied that if it fits her again, we can share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Gigi's,  arriving about 10:40pm. Once inside I saw G/F Jaye Marie at her usual place. We exchanged pleasantries, and she introduced me to her friend Jay (GG). I schmoosed with other friends Chrissie, Jackie, Debbie, Tracy, Anton, and a few others. Jaye and I went down to see the fabulous show, M/C'd bythe awesome Nikki Stevens. Jaye saw Shelly there, and they headed upstairs. There were other new gurls there, including one unbelievable T* gurl server (WoW!). After tipping my favorite performers, I, too, went back upstairs. It wasn't long before Jaye left with Shelly (I think)  '&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced a lot, and talked to friend Chris (who loves to feel pantyhosed legs() ).  In the mean time, I met Rachel, who was playing pool, well, better than I, might add. I visited with others, and managed to miss getting splashed with bottles and drinks when two different gurls fell ( Anastasia, drunk), or knocked over (an inconsiderate bitch) others drinks on the floor. I don't drink much anymore, so I nursed one beer and a ginger ale until 1:20am or so. I said my good byes, and left for home. I was home before 2:00 am, much to the surprise of my wife. I took a few photos (before my wife went to bed), took a few more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt;, and I changed back to bed clothes about 3:30am. I didn't remove my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss Stick On&lt;/span&gt; nails until the morning, though. I wanted to get my moneys worth out of them. I did have dreams about wearing them (both boys have moved out, and therefore, I can now enjoy some additional latitudes)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it wasn't the experience I had hoped for, nor were all the gurls there I wanted to see, It was fun, none the less. Any time I can dress fully, get out for a few hours, and take photos, it was grand. I'm not sure when my next outing will be, but I'll be sure to post it here, and on my Yahoo! profile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boat will be hauled by Oct. 16th, and other than an occasional U of M football game or two, I should be able to get back on my every other Saturday schedule. The U of M tickets are free, I can't pass them up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see more of my friends, and those from out-of-town please, notify me when U visit Detroit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS The photo above was taken by Chris @ Gigi's. The speaker I was sitting on extinguished his cigarette, and shook my titties down. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-6330365182117925950?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6330365182117925950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-time-since-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6330365182117925950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6330365182117925950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-time-since-may.html' title='First time since May. . .'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/Sra8oaMXqGI/AAAAAAAAABA/R1iBVaGEcgU/s72-c/L-090919+005ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-6359219380373132407</id><published>2009-09-18T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:26:03.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><title type='text'>Going out tomorrow night. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; . . . finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; It looks like things have slowed down enough for me to get out tomorrow night (9/19). My wife wasn't happy with my request, but she didn't say not to go. I'll be dressing AND undressing at home, something I have not been able to do since the early 1990's (the kids have finally moved out). I'm really looking forward to dressing and going out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'll be visiting Gigi's in Detroit, where I haven't been since the beginning of May. I'm hoping to see all my friends again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Huggs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps I should have new photos to post on my Flickr account soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-6359219380373132407?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6359219380373132407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-out-tomorrow-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6359219380373132407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/6359219380373132407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-out-tomorrow-night.html' title='Going out tomorrow night. . .'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-8784677547434598042</id><published>2009-09-14T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:57:15.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gigi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><title type='text'>Maybe this weekend. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/Sq5Zvf_63FI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KJbPhA8ZuXU/s1600-h/090425-+059sce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/Sq5Zvf_63FI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KJbPhA8ZuXU/s320/090425-+059sce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381337277332642898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . I might be able to start dressing and going out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 3 weeks I'll be hauling out the boat, and putting her away for the winter. This means that Lisa will be coming back OUT for the winter. I've been looking forward to this seasonal part of my life since May, and I really need to get out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again when I'm sure I will be going out. I miss all my friends at Gigi's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs to all,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-8784677547434598042?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8784677547434598042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/8784677547434598042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/8784677547434598042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-this-weekend.html' title='Maybe this weekend. . .'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/Sq5Zvf_63FI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KJbPhA8ZuXU/s72-c/090425-+059sce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5700485600576348513.post-699511016811766805</id><published>2009-08-31T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:08:30.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>My first blog here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvvcvHsPaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X0bSUgf3pTw/s1600-h/090509-+004sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvvcvHsPaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X0bSUgf3pTw/s320/090509-+004sc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376153857160920482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;I have finally signed up with a blog host following Yahoo's closing of their 360 service. We'll see how this works out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in summer mode, and haven't been out dressed since April. My summer is winding down now, as is sailing season, so I expect to get out very soon. Once I know when, I'll post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a good summer, and I'll see you in the fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Lisa D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5700485600576348513-699511016811766805?l=misslisadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/feeds/699511016811766805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-blog-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/699511016811766805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5700485600576348513/posts/default/699511016811766805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslisadee.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-blog-here.html' title='My first blog here...'/><author><name>Lisa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00523459701854691908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvxTpkk08I/AAAAAAAAAAY/BFINVyQnAiA/S220/080119-08s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1UoL4yhC7c/SpvvcvHsPaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X0bSUgf3pTw/s72-c/090509-+004sc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
