birthday for the ages
I had a wicked amazing awesome spectacular special birthday!
starting with getting ready in the bedroom, proceeding to the car en route, and then inside and our second red carpet walk.....we're waiting on our arrival photos
Red Carpet treatment at the TIFF/INSIDE OUT party meant actual red carpet with actual paparazzi shooting my friends and I...the actual carpet itself was short, but we took as long as we could, allowing for multi-angle shots, air kisses, and an en-masse entrance. Once inside, I was really happy that so many people showed up just for me and the people I didn't want to see didn't come. High school and high school-esque hatchets were buried (albeit for only a few seconds), seemed like everyone (except for the multitude of anorexic gay boys who looked at it like it was cancer on a fork) in the building had a forkful of my cake, and we vogued until I was flat on the floor, body contorted, flush with fierceness.
At the risk of fawning, I was in bliss surrounded by friends and lovers (whoever can spot the infamous PIXIE in the above photos gets a prize!), well-wishing strangers, high fashion, and incredible love. Our goodbyes were long and fabulous, and the night ended with ginger ale flirting and laughter.
starting with getting ready in the bedroom, proceeding to the car en route, and then inside and our second red carpet walk.....we're waiting on our arrival photos
Red Carpet treatment at the TIFF/INSIDE OUT party meant actual red carpet with actual paparazzi shooting my friends and I...the actual carpet itself was short, but we took as long as we could, allowing for multi-angle shots, air kisses, and an en-masse entrance. Once inside, I was really happy that so many people showed up just for me and the people I didn't want to see didn't come. High school and high school-esque hatchets were buried (albeit for only a few seconds), seemed like everyone (except for the multitude of anorexic gay boys who looked at it like it was cancer on a fork) in the building had a forkful of my cake, and we vogued until I was flat on the floor, body contorted, flush with fierceness.
At the risk of fawning, I was in bliss surrounded by friends and lovers (whoever can spot the infamous PIXIE in the above photos gets a prize!), well-wishing strangers, high fashion, and incredible love. Our goodbyes were long and fabulous, and the night ended with ginger ale flirting and laughter.