Tuesday, March 4, 2008

that guy with headband washes my hair...

As many of you know, it takes a lot for me to say a party was jamming on the ones. But my hairdresser Edris THREW DOWN last night at her five-year anniversary party!! (Quietly, the reason I'm posting this late is because I spent the entire day trying to recover from last night.)
When I tell you that I was greeted at the door by a seven foot drag queen whose job it was to deign me officially a fierce bitch before granting access... It was like THAT.
The DJ played all the 80's classics from Prince to Madonna to Michael to the Eurythmics, everyone was dressed up in eighties attire- fluorescent spandex, dolphin shorts, transvestites and lace gloves galore; breakdancers; a strobe light; celebrity impersonators; open bar and good food. I had so much fun!!!
Why can't there be good parties every Monday night? Sigh.

1 comment:

  1. Sigh... why can't we party like it's 1989 down here in Gwinnett Co., Georgia? I live vicariously through you, Mitz--you and the guy in the headband.