Hittin’ the town
Shoes, Aldo; tights, Secret; dress, Garage; jacket, KensieGirl; earrings, Forever 21.
Brooch, Forever 21; purse, Aldo; bracelet, vintage.
Happy Birthday to Tracey! Above is what I wore last night to celebrate friend and co-worker Tracey’s birthday at restaurant Il Pasticcio and bar Prohibition. Consensus of the evening: hot buns pre-meal were great – I had two, which I knew was a mistake because of the large pasta dish that was looming in my near future, but I want to know who can resist a hot bread basket? WHO?! Said looming pasta dish “Pasticcio” was “five varieties of pasta, with two types of cheese baked and served with tomato alfredo sauce.” And yes, I did get extra Parmesan sprinkled (i.e. poured) on my plate. Mmmmmm….cheese coma. Moving on, celebratory “My Little Pony” martinis that were some sort of berry blend of pure alcohol were just OK – looking back, not worth buying two, which I did. Whoops.
Off to Prohibition, somewhere I hadn’t been before. The highlight for Tracey was the bocce-ball lanes inside the bar, and from the looks of the pictures from last night, she REALLY enjoyed her time on the dusty pitch. The highlight for me, though, was the $4 Absolut flavoured-vodka special – one cranberry juice and peach vodka, please! OK, sure I’ll have two. But, despite that decision, I was good little editor (mucho work to do today on current book edit), and went home at midnight after the other ladies decided to mosey on over to another bar where there was dancing. I admit, the temptation was strong – I love to dance! – but practicality won out. What wasn’t practical, however, and whose price was entirely out of my control, was my cab ride home. I was Miss. Economical Super Saver on my way to dinner and took the required bus-subway-bus-walking route to the restaurant, but since I didn’t feel like getting assaulted last night (go figure!) I opted for a taxi. Um, the meter started at $6.60!!! I thought (and still think) that was outrageous! Luckily, I didn’t have a long cab ride to suffer through while I steamed in the back seat about the rising fare, but I will say that I was still fairly close to fuming at what seemed like every traffic light turning red as the driver approached it. Me no likey.
As a complete 180 (360? I can never remember this turn of phrase.) from dressing up last night (and during which at no point was I jacket-less – I just thought the dress deserved to be revealed to you in its $10 glory since it stayed covered up derniere nuit), I got out of bed at noon, edited for a large portion of the day, and did nothing with my appearance other than put my hair in a ponytail and change out of plaid pyjama pants and a ratty T-shirt into Adidas pants and an even rattier T-shirt that my dad bought me from the Hard Rock cafe in Vancouver when I was about 13. I’m not kidding. And with that lovely visual, I said good-day!