2 posts tagged “fashion”
Ordered the hottest little red corset last night:
CAN NOT Wait! I'm trying to put together a concert outfit in honor of Only Ten Ribs*, the performer. I'm thinking white or black blouse under the red cincher, black pencil skirt, thigh high stockings and some killer red or black pumps.
What do you think? Will it be hot?
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*If you can guess who I am talking about, THAT was a really clever moniker on at least two levelsl! Do you know who I mean and why it makes me chuckle?
I went to a "formal" company party for a client last night. The client is a large franchised bar that employs many young and attractive, albeit undereducated, but very enthusiastic people. All in all, it was a fun and entertaining evening.
I arrived early, at 10:45 pm. The DJ was already spinning and mixing. He was very talented. I met the manager and then the owner immediately upon my arrival. Had a nice chat and the owner introduced me to a few people and handed me a lovely glass of red wine that mixed well with the Listerine I had gargled ten minutes earlier. Yeah, I learned that if one has just had Listerine, one simply MUST drink vodka before wine. Once time enough for the medicinal qualities to dissipate had elapsed, I enjoyed my glass of wine and had another.
Most of the revelers began arriving at about 11:30. The wildlife was out in full form. It made for a nice evening of people watching. I wish I had taken my camera along.
Many of the women were obviously confused about what to wear to a "formal" party as they arrived in dresses so short one could catch glimpses of their goodies, even while the scantily dressed party-goer was standing fully erect. One woman's "skirt," (well really, I think it was more of a belt) was so short that it didn't cover her buttocks fully. Another's dress was cut into so sharp a "V" in the front that when she moved, the dress hem teased her well-shaven, unclad pussy. Yes, I am sure that it was both shaven and unclad as I had several occasions to see it first hand. In fact, I had more crotch shots last night than a homebound computer geek gets on his screen during a whole Saturday evening.
My favorite outfit of the event was a 1970's-esque stretchy knit jumpsuit with wide leg pants. Oh my, oh my. Although, admittedly this outfit would be all but impossible for even Kate Moss to pull off, the woman wearing it DEFINITELY DID NOT know how to "work it." After about 3 minutes of dancing and shaking her groove thang, she had put a five inch rip right up the rear seam. Thank heavens she had no idea or she would have been more embarrassed than she should have already been. Poor dear. Or maybe she put it there on purpose to allow for quick access on the dance floor. Maybe her gyrating wasn't, in fact, dancing?
In any case, I don't think these young'uns can afford mirrors. I really must talk to my client about raising their salaries.
OH! And I saw Sammy Davis, Jr.!!!!!
I KNOW, I thought he was dead too. But, apparently, he is alive and well and living here. I am happy to report that he is still an excellent dancer and snappy dresser.
By the way, what is it that black mommas are teaching their boys? How is it that so many black men know how to dress; I mean, really KNOW how to pull together an outfit and make it work? 'Cause I have to tell you that white mommas are not teaching the same lessons to their boys. The contrast was remarkable. While the typical black male attendee wore a sharp suit and tie with polished shoes, the white men wore untucked shirts and jeans. SERIOUSLY!!!
One white boy clearly wanted to dress well for the occasion, but was at a total loss as to what to do. So, he opted for the classic white boy choice - comedy. Why is it that when a white boy doesn't know what to wear, he immediately thinks crazy patterned vintage is the solution? In this case, it was an early 1980's madras plaid blazer that hit mid thigh and a matching bow tie. *sigh*
Anyway, made it home at 2:00. I felt too old, too sophisticated, and too sober to understand all I had just witnessed.
Took the morning off - I ain't no superman.
