I went to a ball on Friday evening. This is apparently hilarious. My friends, my parents and especially my husband mocked me mercilessly (but lovingly) every time I said I was going to a ball. But, alas, it was the truth. I tried “I’m going to a gala,” but that seemed to have the same effect. I tried “I’m going to a regatta gala,” in tribute to one of my fave Friends episodes, but that was just confusing. In any case I did indeed attend the masked ball to benefit the San Francisco Symphony on Friday at the Fairmont Hotel as a guest of the fine folks at Gilt City San Francisco, where everyone was dressed to the nines and being coy behind masks. As luck would have it, jewelry designer Shourouk, who also designs amazing headpieces, held a party in San Francsico the previous evening, and generously offered to let me borrow one of her amazing Frida Kahlo-esque creations. It’s not a mask per se, but throw on a mask and I figured it would all work. Plus, when else, pray tell, would I wear such a thing? Like Shourouk said when I interviewed her, people look at you funny when you wear things on your head (more on that later). But decorating one’s tête was the point of this particular evening, so it all seemed quite serendipitous. Another funny coincidence: Shourouk is a fan of comics, and a friend told me my dress was a tad Wonder Woman-esque, which now that I see the photos appears to be true.