I made my re-entry into the nightlife scene triple booked. Snazzy I know but I got to do what I got to do right?
First was the very cultured viewing of The Florenstine Collection at a local theatre. Beautiful film and they served tea before, but sadly I arrived too late for that(but while we are on the subject of tea let me pour you a bit: I hear that a certain Duke isn't ready to leave our fair city and that for the Fall he's going to give us one last hoorah following in the footsteps of Mother Wintour no less, get ready Columbia).
Anywho after that I caught a ride with Cig to the Gala. An event it most certainly was, we found after having Cig's car whisked away by the complimentary valet. With an open bar, and food galore, we got to shmooze and rub shoulders with the Who's Who of Columbia. A fun, slightly tipsy night was had by most(others were beyond tipsy but some like me didn't touch the stuff). I myself recieved one too many snide looks before hands flashed up to cover the whispers of girls who'd paid three times as much for body parts that weren't sitting right than they had for their gowns. Oh and I can't forget to mention the girl who felt the need to blow my whistle. A bland event this was not!
Afterwards, it was an event with Cig's crowd on the schedule. After a quick stop at the house we made our way to the Prom of 89 conveniently located not too far from where I once lived. As at every college party there was a fair bit of booze but of course I can't stop my story there. I mean aside from remixing Cig's look on the spot utilizing the closet of the benevolent hostess(maybe remix isn't specific enough how about changed completely), there was the cake in the face of the Frenchie(at a going away party what exactly do you expect), a platinum blond who ended her night extra early after a make-out session with another partier(of course I must mention she did end the party with someone she didn't start it with), and a bit of a liquor problem as people apparently were putting their lips on bottles that didn't quite belong to them(no guilty party over here!).
It was overall a mediocre party that could have been better had there been one DJ who was intelligent enough to not change songs every 20 seconds(Justin Bieber/Slipknot? You have GOT to be joking me!) and no drunken fourth(or maybe fifth) year with a second(or maybe first) year boyfriend trying to manipulate her group of "friends" to bend to her will(I will admit though he was like 6' 7" so she gets mad props).
But as you guys know.. it probably would have been fine had I drank.
As always though, I didn't.
But you still love me
XOXO
CD
P.S. How could I dare forget???
Quote of the night:
"They are going to study the intricacies of her vagina!"
Response: "There clearly are no intricacies to her vagina"
