Last night was a blur of party hopping. Which is exactly how I like my Friday nights. Lots of friends, lots of fun, lots of opportunities to flirt.
My friend Kate and I started out at the AgSci bzzr garden. They had the mechanical bull in again. And AgSci gardens usually have a high male:female ratio, due to the nature of the agriculture program. Unfortunately, they look even younger to me now than they probably are – especially the ones I caught blatantly checking me out. Instead, ended up in a small group with a couple friends of Kate’s, watching the mechanical bull challengers. Especially the two girls who both got on the bull, made out for ten seconds for a photo op, and then didn’t even ride it.
Time to move on. We then hopped over to a party at one of Kate’s old friends’ houses, in mid-Kitsilano. This was slightly more age appropriate, as most people there were also recent alumni. I also found out I suck at foosball defense. I enjoyed myself, despite not knowing anyone else there – it was fun to just chat and hang out and watch the foosball tournament.
But Kate and I had a main event to go to. We had cracksmurf‘s 1993-themed party. So we visited my house long enough to jump into 1993 clothes. I had a cropped white T-shirt underneath a very short black-with-floral slipdress, black tights and Doc Marten ankle boots I borrowed from kat_lady. I applied red lipstick, darkened my eyebrows, and looked like I’d walked off the set of West Beverly High.