And thirsty it was! Last Thursday Hadley and I decided to celebrate the launch of the blog by inviting a few of our closest and most fabulous friends (everyone we knew) to one of our favorite places: Sweet & Vicious. They are known for their margaritas in jars and their rad late 90′s/early 2000′s jams. I am 110% sure I white girl danced my ass off to TLC’s ‘No Scrubs’ halfway through my first jar. Although we half expected it, I was not anticipating the soiree to turn into the raver it did. It was ten times better than my Bat Mitzvah (and I had a picture button machine and a body art lady at my Bat Mitzvah, so that shit is tough to beat).
I wore my new digs to the party (ignore the mess, Hadley was over and we had 15 minutes to get ready, and that means no time to put options back on hangers). Because I am prone to spilling and because I am poor and have to hand wash all my pants in a plastic salad bowl my mother used to put 3D Doritos in at our middle school pool parties back in Tejas (remember that snack of kings?), I wouldn’t allow myself to wear these until the party. It was like a weird form of torture having to look at them every day for a week and NOT put them on. They’re pretty amazeballs. Way to go Rag & Bone, you win, again.
(On Hadley: Top: JCrew, Jeans: Levi’s, Clutch: Vintage)
This is the best (not joking, this did actually involve effort) picture of Hadley and myself. In my defense, we did take 3 before this and all of them had passers by in front of my face while Hadley laughed. By take 4 I chose not to look at the camera. I had given up hope.
Rather than relay a play by play of the evening, I will let the plethora of party pics taken by yours truly (and a handful of other select guests) a la instagram do the talking. Please enjoy. I know you are jealous. Did I mention it was Fleet Week? Because if I hadn’t, I want you to know that I made friends in uniform that evening. I may or may not have given this guy seven high fives. His name was Adam. God bless you sir. Not only for all you do for our country, but for all you had to put up with from me and my overtly excited friends.