Roaring 20's

This past Saturday night, we were invited to a friend's themed birthday party. Since she was saying goodbye to her 20's, she decided to roar them out (get it? Roaring 20's? Yes, I know I make horrifical jokes).
The roomies, minus my sister (who was gone on a wine-tasting adventure that afternoon) got into the spirit with our costumes.The boys were more authentic than I, wearing actual bygone fashions. T had a pinstriped 3-piecer from who knows when, worn by family patriarchs that came before (seen in this post minus the jacket, this is SoCal after all, he would've not-so spontaneously combusted if he'd worn all three pieces). He lent B, whose wardrobe is refreshingly simple (but does not period-costumes make) some other old-fashioned digs left over from family too (vest, suspenders, etc).

As for me, here's my costume breakdown:- strapless black beaded thriftstore dress (under $5. Oh yes, it was. I also scored an Express white lacy a-line knee-length strapless weekend dress for $6 on that trip. Love it)
- jewelry (pearls, diamonds, chains, etc) from my jewelry box, sis's jewelry box, and Target (maybe a Walgreens sparkly hair clip or two)
- shoes, my closet. The dress was floor-length, who cared. But, if you're curious, they were black open-toed pumps with an ankle strap
- feather boa, Michael's craft store
- one gazillion hair pins to sport the faux-short pin-curl 'do, TargetI think that's it! I watched some YouTube tutorials and educated myself on how to rock it flapper style, and in the end, the whole thing came together nicely, if I do say so myself.

...And so we were off.

The 3 of us drove over to Venice Beach, where the b-day shindig was held at The Garter. I'd never been there before, and I must say, it was adorable. Perfect for the party's theme. There was also a we're-so-cool door line outside when we left, so I guess other folks agree with me.

T and I got our drinks, said hello to the folks we knew, and snuck over to a corner where we flirted with each other and people watched and got approached by one or two folks who told us how awesome we looked (total ego-booster, that). In line for the bathroom, I talked for a few to a girl who was attending a 80's party on the same night. She said our theme was cooler, and to be honest. I agreed.

Was that wrong?

But to be fair, theirs was probably easier to dress in accordance to. So perhaps it evens out, all things considered.

Anyway, then I went back to another corner with T (this time by a fake fireplace), and we continued to be anti-social. This was broken by merging with the writhing throng (okay, that throng part was only after 11:30pm) in dance-floor stints to the occasional college-throwback rap song, and plenty of MJ.

With the birthday girl:
With two wax statues that I could've sworn were originally my escorts to and from the event:
We left at about 12:30. Early, yes. And yes, we're old at heart I suppose and the next thing will be the cane to walk with down the broken sidewalks of Lincoln, but judging how T and I mostly just wanted to talk to each other, I have to wonder, what's the point of going out at all?

#1) You know who you're going home with at the end of the night.
#2) You don't need to get wizasted to have a good time, and you don't particularly enjoy the icy drinks being spilled down your bare shoulders by those who do need to.

#3) Correct me if I'm wrong, but these days I value my weekends and miss them when I'm out of commision until 3pm like I was the next day...

However, doing it once in a while rocks, and also reminds you why nights at home with some Well Red and dark chocolate, followed by sweetly energetic and productive (not to mention better-feeling than the undead way you would have if you'd gone out the night before) mornings can't be beat.

Anyway, so we loaded up and drove back to RB, changed into pj's,
And B made us vegan nachos.
Which were delicious.

The End.

Today's whiteboard quote:
"When we tell stories, or when we try to verbalize our experiences, we take our paths towards understanding."
~Edwidge Danticat