Wednesday, May 5 2010 ⇄
photo credit: Life I know you thought I fell off the planet. I didn’t. It’s been a long week and I’ve been recuperating from a high impact weekend, and what’s already turning into a high impact week. I’d like keep you reading, so I’ll mention the lighter things like getting fancy for the Kentucky Derby and dancin’ my ass off at Rotture.  So the race was a shocker, huh? Like most, I placed my dollarless bets on Lookin’ at Lucky. Did you win anything? Did you dress up? What’d you wear? You can bet your winnings that I dressed up. I’m not saying I could beat the man in the photo above in a fashion contest or anything, but I was looking pretty fresh. The outfit went like this: pale gray and light blue glen plaid tropical wool blazer w/ checkered light green square, dark denim, merlot tassel loafers, Liberty floral print shirt, homemade pink and white seersucker bow tie and a gold watch. And my seriously slicked back hair was courtesy of Clubman. (I’m still trying to round up pictures.) I spent my derby day at North 45 with proper mint juleps (served in copper cup) and surrounded by a slew of well-groomed gents. I saw everything from complete seersucker suits, neckerchiefs (like Fred from Scooby Doo and less cub scout) and even some dirty bucks. The women were lookin’ mighty fine too. There were some fantastic hats. The Javelin show at Rotture was great. They really put on a good show. I didn’t dance as much as I would have liked because I was stuffed, but I had a good time anyway. Previous to going to the club, we decided to feast on Salvadoran cuisine—big mistake. Don’t get me wrong, the food was great. But my carb intake was overflowing and my four-barrel ran like a single-barrel. I got another chance to burn rubber though, because on Sunday night I was invited back to Rotture to attend yet another crazy awesome dance party. This time it was hosted by Telephoned. And thanks to Good Peoples, K and I got in free and had the chance to chat it up with the Sammy Bananas and Maggie before the show. I couldn’t help but admire their outfits. Sammy was sporting a well-tailored gray suit (the only suited man in the building) with a black skinny tie and Maggie had sequins and glitter from head to toe (not in the 2yr old in art class kind of way). Her glittered heels were dazzling. :) Blast Telephoned at your next dance party (Buy the rights, of course.) and you’re guaranteed to have people bobbin’ and jumpin’.

photo credit: Life

I know you thought I fell off the planet. I didn’t. It’s been a long week and I’ve been recuperating from a high impact weekend, and what’s already turning into a high impact week. I’d like keep you reading, so I’ll mention the lighter things like getting fancy for the Kentucky Derby and dancin’ my ass off at Rotture. 

So the race was a shocker, huh? Like most, I placed my dollarless bets on Lookin’ at Lucky. Did you win anything? Did you dress up? What’d you wear? You can bet your winnings that I dressed up. I’m not saying I could beat the man in the photo above in a fashion contest or anything, but I was looking pretty fresh. The outfit went like this: pale gray and light blue glen plaid tropical wool blazer w/ checkered light green square, dark denim, merlot tassel loafers, Liberty floral print shirt, homemade pink and white seersucker bow tie and a gold watch. And my seriously slicked back hair was courtesy of Clubman. (I’m still trying to round up pictures.) I spent my derby day at North 45 with proper mint juleps (served in copper cup) and surrounded by a slew of well-groomed gents. I saw everything from complete seersucker suits, neckerchiefs (like Fred from Scooby Doo and less cub scout) and even some dirty bucks. The women were lookin’ mighty fine too. There were some fantastic hats.

The Javelin show at Rotture was great. They really put on a good show. I didn’t dance as much as I would have liked because I was stuffed, but I had a good time anyway. Previous to going to the club, we decided to feast on Salvadoran cuisine—big mistake. Don’t get me wrong, the food was great. But my carb intake was overflowing and my four-barrel ran like a single-barrel.

I got another chance to burn rubber though, because on Sunday night I was invited back to Rotture to attend yet another crazy awesome dance party. This time it was hosted by Telephoned. And thanks to Good Peoples, K and I got in free and had the chance to chat it up with the Sammy Bananas and Maggie before the show. I couldn’t help but admire their outfits. Sammy was sporting a well-tailored gray suit (the only suited man in the building) with a black skinny tie and Maggie had sequins and glitter from head to toe (not in the 2yr old in art class kind of way). Her glittered heels were dazzling. :) Blast Telephoned at your next dance party (Buy the rights, of course.) and you’re guaranteed to have people bobbin’ and jumpin’.

Filed ↓ Kentucky Derby North 45 weekend wrapup Telephoned Javelin
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