the eugene bean

Just about a year ago, give or take a couple weeks, my friends threw a birthday party for their youngest sister. They booked a bus (a nice one!) and got a keg and we drove around the wonderful city of New Orleans drinking, singing, dancing, and otherwise causing a ruckus. It was awesome.

The real kicker of the party was the theme. Everyone had to dress up like pimps and hos, and it was quite the experience. After stressing for weeks and desperately trying to come up with costumes that would fit the bill without resulting in an arrest, Ty and I scored at the thrift store in Algiers. Surprisingly, I loved my outfit, particularly the light up, plastic heels.

----OK, feeling guilty. Truth is, it was not that hard for me to dress like a tramp. It really wasn't surprising that I loved my outfit, afterall, I love attention and the kind that comes from men staring at your boobs doesn't really bother me at all. Look all you want, I am Sexy and Hot! Yup, that's right.

Anyway, I was surprised to see the effect our costuming had on the group as a whole. Never have I seen a group of 30 people all have a truly wonderful time. No holds barred, no self consciousness (after a couple drinks, anyway) no inhibitions. It was nothing but fun, in a dancing on the pool table with your brother kind of way.

I wanted to share my layouts of the night, and I didn't want to shock anyone on Scrapgal where my layouts normally go. So, here they are in all their glory. I hope I don't get tarred and feathered by my friends and family in the photos!