the daily snivel

 

Last night I went out to an amazing theme party -- set as a swinging Vegas schmooze night. Everyone had to come as their shiniest, sparkliest self. There was a clever couple who dressed as Roy and the tiger (actually, there were two... oh, how awkward it is when someone else wears the same thing you do), and the person who invited me dressed up as a cigarette girl, complete with a stunning corset, a blue wig, and a tray filled with Popeye Candy Sticks and chocolate cigarettes. I dressed up as "The Warmup Act Guy," in a shiny silver polyester button-down shirt, with the top two buttons undone so as to show off my sparse chest fuzz and a thick, jingly silver chain I bought at Claire -- a sort of de facto bling-bling mall chain filled with baubles and earrings and teenage girls dressed like prostitutes. I also had a genuine microphone, slickered-back hair, dress shoes, and the lyrics for "Fly Me to the Moon." The latter I was forced to sing while hanging out on the balcony.

I didn't really know anyone at the party, except for my aforementioned cigarette girl, and another law school friend who she invited. Nevertheless, I managed to mingle quite well and everyone thought my costume was a scream. I'm pretty good at witty banter, and everyone in attendance was cool, clever, and friendly, which is bound to make me feel sociable (as is a copious intake of beer). The music was a selection fit for the Ultralounge collection, and much booze and merriment was had by all. Afterwards, I went out with my beautiful and brilliant friend and a couple of her chums for some late-night fried things, and we chatted about music, Coronation Street, newspaper reporters, and the best place in Ottawa to get a really good hamburger (or veggie burger) with sweet potato fries (it's called "The Works," by the way). After all that, I didn't get home until nearly four in the morning.

So, yep, I had a great time. Talked a lot, laughed a lot, met a lot of swell people, and flirted a little.

I think my favourite part of the evening was when my friend hugged me goodnight. It was something she hadn't done before, and it made me realize how much I enjoy spending time with her. She always makes me think, and always makes me smile. It was a nice way to say she's enjoying her time with me as well.