As You Like It

Last minute tonight I got asked to work. It was at this art gallery, and the crowd was eclectic. The music dictated strictly rude- and b- boys and girls but only a handful of them showed up. The rest were just random.

All lovely. As art parties are inclined to be. But yeah. I didn't really earn my money tonight.

Exhibit A: My bartender and table fixer and shantung bringer to make my cashiering look more nicer.



Really from there not much could go wrong. I had delicious pink sparkling wine all night and met a few people. I got some dancing in and the whole thing was brand new to me so yeah.

Success.



I didn't *reeeeeally* meet anyone though. I'm only half into anything lately because I'm so much a work in progress, or whatever.I'm okay with that but it makes me feel like making disclaimers. It makes me feel like I have to maintain two whole states of existing.

Which: yawn.

Tomorrow I'm going to work and then next week it's on and cracking. Tonight I wore my white jeans with my RUN DMC tee shirt and my red boots. I did my hair like Frida Kahlo.

Next week I plan to top this week's fashion, and then some.



This is what I wore to work last Tuesday. You can't see it well but Rache made the purple tank top and the whole thing was just too too savage.

Night.