There was a lot of alcohol consumed this weekend, but on the whole I had a lot of fun. I dressed up as Cleopatra (Queen of the Nile) for Halloween. I think it turned out really well! Jazzgirl did my makeup and it was amazing! I had my headpiece, my collar, an amazing wig (seriously, I want to just wear that wig full-time) and a long flowy dress. If we're Facebook friends, you can check it out there!
Jazzgirl's party was SO MUCH FUN. I got shitfaced on wine, prosecco, whiskey, and margaritas, which definitely caught up with me the next day. There were a lot of people there - it seemed like everyone brought randoms with them, so it was more than just our usual crowd assembled. I also think we were all on our best, most mingling behavior. Normally we all stand in a corner and judge people, but this party felt more integrated. I was very proud of us =)
Because I'm drunk and inappropriate, I had several conversations that are probably not polite for people you just met (i.e. asking boys for their manscaping details). One of the guys was really cute, so I had to be on my most scandalous behavior. Then, LDJ (aka Vest) ran around telling people I had a 5 inch clitoris, which was really upsetting, so I spent maybe 15% of the party screaming about my genitals. Keepin' it classy, as per usual. I was a little bit more flirtatious than I should have been with a friend's roommate (whoops!). It was like I was back in college again. I can be a crazy flirt when I want to be and I've missed that side of myself. I like touching random men (especially random men who work out and have nice pecs) and I can talk anyone's ear off if given the change. But, I'm not a ho, so I was perfectly chaste. Lady Celibate 4 Lyfe!
Around 2:30am, I got antsy and left the party. LDJ had dressed up as me for Halloween... because he loves me so =* We left and went back to my apartment, where I horrified him with the state of my bedroom closet. We both sat around eating a whole loaf of herb bread from Whole Foods (again, we are really freaking classy) and gossiping about the events of the night. Bed at 6am. It was almost like my New York days, when I was still hip and young and cool. I've decided to lay off the sauce for this week, in the hopes of regaining my liver function and my dignity.
We'll see how long I last...