Pride & Glory
Welcome to my Party On! Pants Off! outfit. I really just cannot imagine a gayer outfit utterly devoid of rainbows than this, kids. You've got your sequins and your stars and your crazy ruffles and lots of leg and your body glitter and a completely nonsensical pattern/paint-splattered motif. In gold. There are lipstick bullets around my neck and an actual bullet-sized lipstick tucked neatly away in the warmth of my cleavage, and of course it's in an obscene shade of red also used to color my lips and ARE YOU CRAZY don't even think my nail polish deviates from the exact same poppy red.
The breakdown, because heaven knows this was no easy task (especially when it was time to pee):
Romper, Brooklyn Flea Star-shaped tights, Betsey Johnson Cut-out moto pumps, Modcloth Lipstick bullet necklace, Culp Baubles Lipstick, Besame Cosmetics
I'm fairly certain this number will never see the light of day, and I'm okay with that. The tights have runs in them a mile long and I'm okay with that, too. I flailed around so very enthusiastically with the tomboy to a Grease medley that I toppled over a whiskey sour, fresh from the bar, and I'm even okay with that.
When midnight came and it was officially M's birthday, we dutifully did tequila shots at the bar and bounced all over the Supper Club beds and danced to Gasolina. It was a spectacular night, and not wearing pants was a key component.