I have never been to a formal ball. While attending
such a decorous event isn’t something that necessarily reflects my day-to-day
approach to life, attending an event defined by such propriety and elegance has
always been a point of curiosity to me. Even as a child, scenes of formal balls
on television and in movies would stir in me a sense of wonder at the beauty of
such affairs. For whatever reason, the idea of donning a suit and spending an
evening taking in fine food, drink, and music has always maintained a sort of
appeal that I have never been able to pinpoint. As a result, I decided shortly
after my 30th birthday. I would make an effort to find a formal ball to attend
during the course of my “I have never...” journey. Although I knew choices for
such an event would be limited, I was set on finding a way to make it happen
during my year of new experiences. I just had to find the right event at the
right time.
Unfortunately, Rachael didn’t share my interest in
attending a formal ball. As I began researching some options for attending such
an event, she reluctantly agreed to attend as long as the event didn’t have any
form of prohibitive cost beyond finding attire for the ball. As my choices
quickly narrowed to a single choice for such an event, the annual Frostiball in
downtown Madison, it became apparent avoiding an added expense would be
unlikely. With a $100 price tag for attendance, food, and drinks, Rachael
quickly stated she did not want to attend the event. As a result, I set to work
inviting anyone and everyone I could think to attend, but each invite was met
with a similar response.
Facing the very real prospects of attending the
Frostiball on my own, I ultimately turned to a group of co-workers to gauge
interest in helping make my goal of attending a formal ball a reality. As
before, the cost of the event was a deterrent for almost everyone I asked;
however, one of my more adventurous co-workers, Sunee, showed a slight interest
in attending the event with me. After a little persistence and convincing she
ultimately decided to accompany me on the event, which set into motion my first
ever experience with a formal ball.
The planning and coordination leading up the
Frostiball resulted in the night of the event coming quickly. After getting
cleaned up and throwing on my best attire, I picked up Sunee en route to the
event venue and prepared for a memorable evening. With the Frostiball taking
place in the ornate lobby of the Overture Center in downtown Madison, I knew
the sights and the sounds of the evening would be special, particularly given I
had been waiting to experience such an event since I was young. Excitement at
the idea of finally attending a formal ball guiding me, I eagerly directed my
car to the Overture Center and Sunee and I made our way inside.
Our grand entrance |
My first sight of the band |
My desire to gain the full experience of the ball
resulted in the two of us arriving to the event slightly ahead of its scheduled
start time. As a result, Sunee and I talked a bit as people slowly streamed
through the lobby doors. Men dressed to the nines in fine suits and women
draped in beautifully crafted dresses began to fill the space around us. Their
elegance and beauty gave Sunee and me plenty to chat about in the moments
leading up to the event. We had yet to make our way into the venue hall, but the
sights of the people around us made it apparent the evening would be one of
style and grandeur. We were among the “who’s who” in Madison, and we were ready
to make the most of the party.
FOOD. |
Following the kickoff of the Frostiball, Sunee and
I found our way into the dance hall and promptly grabbed a few glasses of
champagne. As we walked deeper into the venue we encountered an array of fine
foods, polished table settings, and an incredibly talented brass band playing
against a backdrop of beautiful lights streaming down from the building’s
towering windows. With the Wisconsin State Capitol dome glowing in the
distance, the open space of the venue, complemented by the subtle designs
scattered around it, was astonishingly beautiful. In awe, Sunee and I crept our
way across the space to an open standing table and silently sipped at our
glasses for a few moments. Eventually soaking in the reality of our
circumstances, I spoke over the sound of the band and said the only thing in my
mind at that time, “this is unbelievable. It’s beautiful.” Sunee nodded her
head in agreement before grabbing her phone out of her purse and snapping a few
photos. Laughing a bit, she responded with a brief remark, “Thanks for the
invite.”
Getting busy... |
Over the next few hours, Sunee and I slowly worked
our way around the building, taking in the scenery and offering plenty of
commentary as we people watched from tables and benches. Around us people
spanning several generations milled about the hall and spun on the dance floor.
The sight was equally beautiful and entertaining, and although I had every
intention of taking to the dance floor myself at some point during the event, the
crowded space and the rapid progression of the evening never made that a
possibility. That stated, I didn’t feel I was missing much given the fun Sunee
and I were having talking about the event from the sidelines. That interest
carried us through the remainder of the event until we found ourselves a few
drinks deep and running up against a midnight closure of my first ever formal ball.
As the event around us slowed itself back to a
quiet performance hall lobby sparsely populated with people, Sunee and I found
our way back to the coat check and into the cold night air. The magnificence of
the evening still guiding us, we decided to wear off some of our drinks with a
stop at another local venue before calling it a night. Reflecting on the
experience, we mulled over some highlights from the evening and recalled some
of the more ridiculous moments of the ball before the early morning hour told us
both to call it a night.
You should plan a trip to Vienna, Austria. Nowhere else in the world are balls as formal, elegant, romantic and focused on dancing (the way it should be, since that's the root of the word ball) as during Vienna's ball season.
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