Anyway, here's Jerry in his pimp outfit. Side note: He made the cane himself. A fact of endless awe at the party. Scooter's kinda hovering there behind Jerry, unsure of whether or not we're gonna pimp him out as well. I think that cane freaked the bejesus out of him.
So, on to the ho. Here I am in hooker-rific wear. No Marcy, I didn't get Lucite heals: They're expensive and hard to walk in; besides, I already had these leopard print heals and anything in an animal print in hooker-appropriate in my opinion. Again, Jerry. Wielding his cane.
Like I said, some of the pics didn't come out well, and that was particularly true of most at the party. So all of the ones of us together came out either too dark or too blurry, and I don't know why (maybe elves have been fiddling with the settings on the camera, I don't know). But here I am at the party enjoying some pimp juice out of my ho cup. Those cups got a lot of compliments and rightly so. They are pimptastic.
The party was pretty fun. It was also a little awkward at times. We didn't know that many people, so until the conversation lubricant (called "alcohol") worked its way into our systems, we felt a little weird chatting with unknown people in our pimp and ho attire. But, we did meet some friendly and funny peeps who were a lot of fun (or maybe "pimp juice" just makes everything seem pretty fun).
We got home kinda late, and my hair was de-poofing (although still a rat's nest of hairspray), my make-up was wearing off, and my feet ached from standing all night in heals; I felt like a street worn woman, ready for bed. So, I was trying to capture the look here: In what I like to think of as "Hooker Goes to Bed."
But I don't think I look haggard enough. However, because my dress was strapless, it does at least appear that I am in a stage of un-dress. That's pretty whorish, right?