I heard a funny term for the first time this morning – “beauty combat gear.” It refers to the outfits that women wear when they get all dolled up to go to bars, clubs, etc. I had a good laugh and immediately thought of the Peabody rooftop parties.
Speaking of which, I’ll be there tomorrow night – I have to get my hair cut after work, but should be up there around 7:15, 7:30ish. (Ladies get in free until 8, not that it does me any good.) Dr. Zarr’s Amazing Funk Monster will be playing and I’m ready to get down to a little disco. Unfortunately my leg is hurting again, due to sitting all afternoon at work yesterday without taking a break to walk around, so my dancing ability may be affected. I’ll make the best of it though.
Ya know, I remember when I first moved downtown, in 2002, and was all excited that I’d be able to go to the rooftop parties. I was like, “Oh my God I’ll be hanging out at THE place to see and be seen, THE place to meet and greet, THE place to mix and mingle, where all the beautiful people are!” I think I actually ironed the shirt I wore the first night there, and if I remember correctly that’s the last time I ironed any of my clothes. I have a little portable travel iron that’s tucked away in some box in a closet. I last saw it four years ago when I moved to Number 10.
These days my attitude is more like, “Yeah. Rooftop parties. Hmmm. I imagine my ‘I’m really excited to be here’ T-shirt will see a lot of the rooftop this year.” Maybe if I want to dress it up a little I’ll wear my navy blazer over the T-shirt. Maybe not. I could care less about “dress to impress” (hey, that rhymes); I’m just going to have fun.
Damn these chili cheese fries are good. All right, time to log off Blogger, check my MySpace account, and then head back to work.