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Threw my 1920s Cocktail Party themed going-away gathering on Friday night at the Driftwood House. Preparations were hectic but fun and involved dozens and dozens of white candles and flowers, art nouveau posters, creatively draped lighting, jazz music, strawberries, good cigarettes, champagne and coffeecups. Got to play dress-up in my Great Grandmother's actual Twenties pearl jewelery and be surrounded by all sorts of awesome, beautiful friends in pinstripes and fedoras and various other expressions of glam and glitter. I think Best Dressed must go to Joanna for her Art Deco and Southern Comfort ensemble, and to Travis because, well, damn.
Aside from the silly shinyness, I can't express how much good the evening did me. I especially can't express it now, because I've got to run to meet August and Ted so I can go watch them rockclimb. But ... Oh, I don't know. More later. Click click click, like tumblers falling into a lock.
Aside from the silly shinyness, I can't express how much good the evening did me. I especially can't express it now, because I've got to run to meet August and Ted so I can go watch them rockclimb. But ... Oh, I don't know. More later. Click click click, like tumblers falling into a lock.