Last night I had the pleasure of attending a Prohibition Party hosted by Drew and Ian. Drew is so creative; I would never think to celebrate the 75th anniversary of the Prohibition Act’s repeal. If I were in a bar and someone asked if I was celebrating the repeal of prohibition, I would say, “No, I am celebrating happy hour. And the 2.00 jack and cokes.”
The party was held at Drew’s place and I had to park about two and half blocks down the street. As I walked in my dress and high heels, lugging a heavy camera bag over my shoulder, I kept thinking, “Great. It looks like I’m going to Street Walker Night School.”
Luckily, Drew and Ian welcomed me in and didn’t send me to Remedial Pimp Hand. Some photos of the debauchery below:
How cute are they?
I look a bit faded here but I am not drunk by any means. For one, I am not red enough. Usually after a few rounds, it looks like I’ve bathed in Kool Aid and also after said rounds, I’m trying to convince everyone that I’m not as think as they drunk I am.
How’s your weekend so far?