Honey, You Betta Work!
Haven't been able to post in awhile. First, Blogger.com has been a little shitwipe all day long. Work has been hella busy and I'm leaving tomorrow to go on a business trip. VP is none to happy about this because a) I'm missing my homecoming weekend - and for once I'm itching to get down to Williamsburg b) I have to go to Hartford, Patheticut c) I'm missing Blogger Happy Hour at Dragonfly, which I happen to enjoy. One can always tell that VP is unhappy when she starts referring to herself in third person.
This weekend I went to a Wig and Moustache party. The concept is pretty hilarious. Everyone comes wearing a wig or a fake moustache. The hosts, who were Georgetown Med students, posted pictures of notable persons with bad moustaches/hair on the walls. The Playaz would have been proud.
Actually, I was surprised at how many real, badly grown moustaches I saw. And no I did not sport a moustache - I had a fly blue wig. The funny thing was that I tried on a blonde wig and my friend went apeshit because she thought the color and cut looked good on me. WTF? I seriously looked like Lil Kim with that wig on. Not a look I'm going for at the moment.
I also got a chance to hang out with my high school/college buddy R and get SAUCED at Cobalt. Not only is R 6'3'', attractive, and likeable, but he attracts sugar daddies to him like it's his job. After 3 sour apple martinis, an older gentlemen bought us a round of drinks, and I was a goner. The one funny thing that happened was when I walked by a guy and my boobs accidently brushed up against his arm (hey what can I say my boobs tend to do that) and he actually recoiled. In horror. But I do so love mooching off of R's free-drink receiving.
Have a good week everyone.
This weekend I went to a Wig and Moustache party. The concept is pretty hilarious. Everyone comes wearing a wig or a fake moustache. The hosts, who were Georgetown Med students, posted pictures of notable persons with bad moustaches/hair on the walls. The Playaz would have been proud.
Actually, I was surprised at how many real, badly grown moustaches I saw. And no I did not sport a moustache - I had a fly blue wig. The funny thing was that I tried on a blonde wig and my friend went apeshit because she thought the color and cut looked good on me. WTF? I seriously looked like Lil Kim with that wig on. Not a look I'm going for at the moment.
I also got a chance to hang out with my high school/college buddy R and get SAUCED at Cobalt. Not only is R 6'3'', attractive, and likeable, but he attracts sugar daddies to him like it's his job. After 3 sour apple martinis, an older gentlemen bought us a round of drinks, and I was a goner. The one funny thing that happened was when I walked by a guy and my boobs accidently brushed up against his arm (hey what can I say my boobs tend to do that) and he actually recoiled. In horror. But I do so love mooching off of R's free-drink receiving.
Have a good week everyone.
posted by VP of Dior at 6:16 PM
I bet you were hott in your fly blue wig.
I'll miss you tonight!!
(thinking)....Ditka....polish sausage....Ditka...Bears....
Missed you last night.
Who knows what look Lil Kim is sporting in prison. Yanno?
Phil - I am kicking myself for missing your appearance at the happy hour.
AUA- We will have to meet up again, before your ego swells after being labeled a Blogger Hottie :)
I am told that we almost *did* meet up again at the concert tonight :-D
-M
i just wore a sparkly blue wig. pretty funny.