"You are cordially invited..."
Just hearing those four simple words and I already knew I would have a night of fun. Last week, my friend Touche, Phil Touche (and yes, he does introduce himself in that "Bond, James Bond" sorta way) called me up and asked if I was doing anything Friday night. I wasnt really. I told him that my friend Hadassah had made plans with me and a couple of our friends to attend an afternoon screening of Sex and the City: The Movie, followed with dinner and drinks at The Bamboo Club. I wasnt really planning on going out, since I did just come back from California, but when Phil invited me and Hadassah as VIP guests to Tucson's official Sex and the City after party at Level, I couldnt refuse.
I knew that an event such as this, would call for a special one-of-a-kind, "supercalifragi-sexy nothing to be playing with" look, so I knew I needed to go all out. Everyone was talking about the party and whether animal prints were in or out, so I knew I couldnt disappoint. I decided on a classic nightclub look: a black dress shirt, dark denim jeans, and black leather shoes. The only difference would be, in honor of Carrie Bradshaw, a fedora, a pink tie, and a black and pink studded belt with a giant, pink crystal, diamond-shaped belt buckle. I would never wear such a hardcore pink in real life, but when in Rome. Or in this case, when in-vited.
The Sex and the City day had arrived. I saw the movie, and I gotta say, I loved it. I know it's been getting mixed reviews, but I loved every minute of it! I cried, I laughed, I had a great time. And despite the fact that I drank an entire bottle of Smart Water before the movie started, I never left my seat. That last hour was killer, so you can imagine my relief as Carrie and her friends toasted their cosmos into the final scene.
After the movie, Hadassah revealed she didnt have an outfit prepared and was clueless as to what to wear. So, she made a B-line for Dillards and came upon a shoe sale. Shoes marked down at 75%, plus an additional promotional discount, is heaven for a girl. For a guy, it's hell. I dont know how girls are able to find anything among flying shoe boxes and exasperated salespeople, but somehow when shoes are only sixteen bucks, they manage. And somehow Hadassah was able to find four pairs of shoes, all of which went with a little black dress she had in her closet.
We arrived at Level, half past 10 and the party was just getting started. It was THE event and beginning of the summer social scene. There were flirtini's, martini's,and skirts so mini, you'd say, "Oh my!" Touche, Phil Touche was already there, waiting for us at the velvet rope, with the VIP wristbands in hand. After we posed for photos and ordered our drinks, we made our way into the club, past the sheer curtains, and into the the plush VIP lounge. Along the way, we met Phil's other friends, Aly, a designer who works in both Phoenix and L.A. and A.J., an architect friend, from the land down under. They were a little older than Hadassah and I, but boy could they dance and drink like there's no tomorrow. The ceiling was covered with black and pink balloons, with streamers that hung all the way down, much like the restaurant during the Valentine's Day scene in the movie. Black gift bags with pink tissue papers adorned the suede seats with frosted shot glasses, filled with Patron Platinum tequilla on every table. Welcome to the good life.
For a brief minute, I hated the fact that I was there. See, I'm more of a homebody type of person. Sometimes I prefer staying in and reading a good book or watching infomercials and classic movies on late night television. Maybe it's because my party clothes are so restricting. So when I get invited to events like these, it's always a little bit of a shock to me that my pressence is wanted. And it makes me wonder, after having a taste of the good life, if I can actually party outside the sheer curtains. But I guess for now, I would just enjoy myself. Such is the turmoil of a party-goer.
Just hearing those four simple words and I already knew I would have a night of fun. Last week, my friend Touche, Phil Touche (and yes, he does introduce himself in that "Bond, James Bond" sorta way) called me up and asked if I was doing anything Friday night. I wasnt really. I told him that my friend Hadassah had made plans with me and a couple of our friends to attend an afternoon screening of Sex and the City: The Movie, followed with dinner and drinks at The Bamboo Club. I wasnt really planning on going out, since I did just come back from California, but when Phil invited me and Hadassah as VIP guests to Tucson's official Sex and the City after party at Level, I couldnt refuse.
I knew that an event such as this, would call for a special one-of-a-kind, "supercalifragi-sexy nothing to be playing with" look, so I knew I needed to go all out. Everyone was talking about the party and whether animal prints were in or out, so I knew I couldnt disappoint. I decided on a classic nightclub look: a black dress shirt, dark denim jeans, and black leather shoes. The only difference would be, in honor of Carrie Bradshaw, a fedora, a pink tie, and a black and pink studded belt with a giant, pink crystal, diamond-shaped belt buckle. I would never wear such a hardcore pink in real life, but when in Rome. Or in this case, when in-vited.
The Sex and the City day had arrived. I saw the movie, and I gotta say, I loved it. I know it's been getting mixed reviews, but I loved every minute of it! I cried, I laughed, I had a great time. And despite the fact that I drank an entire bottle of Smart Water before the movie started, I never left my seat. That last hour was killer, so you can imagine my relief as Carrie and her friends toasted their cosmos into the final scene.
After the movie, Hadassah revealed she didnt have an outfit prepared and was clueless as to what to wear. So, she made a B-line for Dillards and came upon a shoe sale. Shoes marked down at 75%, plus an additional promotional discount, is heaven for a girl. For a guy, it's hell. I dont know how girls are able to find anything among flying shoe boxes and exasperated salespeople, but somehow when shoes are only sixteen bucks, they manage. And somehow Hadassah was able to find four pairs of shoes, all of which went with a little black dress she had in her closet.
We arrived at Level, half past 10 and the party was just getting started. It was THE event and beginning of the summer social scene. There were flirtini's, martini's,and skirts so mini, you'd say, "Oh my!" Touche, Phil Touche was already there, waiting for us at the velvet rope, with the VIP wristbands in hand. After we posed for photos and ordered our drinks, we made our way into the club, past the sheer curtains, and into the the plush VIP lounge. Along the way, we met Phil's other friends, Aly, a designer who works in both Phoenix and L.A. and A.J., an architect friend, from the land down under. They were a little older than Hadassah and I, but boy could they dance and drink like there's no tomorrow. The ceiling was covered with black and pink balloons, with streamers that hung all the way down, much like the restaurant during the Valentine's Day scene in the movie. Black gift bags with pink tissue papers adorned the suede seats with frosted shot glasses, filled with Patron Platinum tequilla on every table. Welcome to the good life.
For a brief minute, I hated the fact that I was there. See, I'm more of a homebody type of person. Sometimes I prefer staying in and reading a good book or watching infomercials and classic movies on late night television. Maybe it's because my party clothes are so restricting. So when I get invited to events like these, it's always a little bit of a shock to me that my pressence is wanted. And it makes me wonder, after having a taste of the good life, if I can actually party outside the sheer curtains. But I guess for now, I would just enjoy myself. Such is the turmoil of a party-goer.
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