the image and style that you’re used to!

For the record, these are things I will never wear again:

• fake fingernails
• scratchy wigs
• Barbie shoes
• thongs

Seriously, the shoes I wore to the Hoochie Mama party last night were made for people with Barbie-shaped permanently-on-tiptoe feet. They were super cheap and wicked cute, but so painful to non-plastic humans! I have blisters on the *bottoms* of my toes!

Don’t let me get started on thongs. Who thought it was a good idea to design an article of clothing whose function is to give you a permanent nearly-atomic grade wedgie?

Anyway, despite painful wardrobe choices, the party last night was pretty freaking rad! Rae and I looked fabulous, of course, as did Robin (he went with the look of His People and came as a guido). Actually, everyone was pretty hooch–Terry was decked out in his baggy off-white velour sweatsuit with orange and brown stripes on the side, Rob was rocking an early boy band look…even Jose had a pretty funny afro wig…

We drank quite a lot, but not enough to be sick or completely out of control. Why wouldn’t we? Terry and I had gone booze shopping and got Hpnotiq, fotties of Schlitz and Colt 45, Hennessey, and other hoochie delights (as well as non-hoochie booze for those with more discerning tastes).

All in all, everyone got their freak on, and it was pretty dope. Rock. On.