Lara Lives
Bubbe's party was at a rocking Russian restaurant and banquet hall called Zhivago's. We assembled for brunch at 11:30 AM. Within 30 minutes, I saw more gold lame, see-through skirts with no linings, leopard print tops, and skin tight skirts, and stiletto heels than I have in the past several months. We also observed one middle-aged man wearing a mesh shirt, a guy in a tux, and enormous quantities of chest hair poking out of unbottoned shirts. These people know how to close down a weekend, I'll give them that. Needless to say, I joined them all on the dance floor with the various elder female contingent of my family.
posted by Suzanne @ 9:07 PM
and I'm more than delighted to send some your way. Spread (ha ha!) the word!
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You know - there just isn't enough gold lame in this world. And especially gold lame MIXED with an animal print. Zebra is my favorite.
This is funny - I just now unearthed a picture of me taken at a Halloween party a few years ago - I was dressed in a gold lame tiger print jacket, leggings, and fake nails. I had my hair teased high, and had on a TON of makeup (which I never wear, so it was even more dramatic). It was a riot, because it is the exact opposite of my sporty-outdoor/hippie persona. My mom put the picture on her mantle as a joke. My brother, who is from another planet in terms of taste, saw it and said, "Wow! You look great in this picture!" Ha!
Sounds like the party was a blast. Now I am remembering my days with my college love, Alan Shapiro, with fondness....
We were at Olive Garden the other day, and it was a grandma's bday. Everyone came out and sang. It was very mellow. I was wondering how Bubbe's would compare...
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