July 26th, 2005

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.


Well that was a fun night.

If one is to judge the fun quotient by how much the next day hurts, then it was one of the best nights of my fucking LIFE!

(Trans: I can feel my organs dying in me.)

The most difficult part about going to a Gothic Prom in New Orleans in July is that you really, really don't want to wear the clothes that are appropriate for the theme.

It's 11pm. You're dressing. Or trying to dress. "Should I wear the skin-tight velvet mirror-ball covered long-sleeve ez-bake oven, or the rubber? Yah, rubber. THAT breathes!"

Here's what I ended up with. And Noni, the extra-cool sister of a work associate of ours, had the right idea with a mere slip.

Matt Vaughan. Always delicious, and always impeccably suited.

Miss Jen, Miss Marquis, and Miss Don.

And me and strangelet. Doesn't my face look extra-comfy nested in her cleavage? Gives a gayboy a glimmer, that one.