Yous a Ho

Because Scott responded to my homework post, he requested that I write about his Pimps and Hos party before the fact - so I could tell you what I really thought of the idea. But I never got around to it. Sot let me start by saying that I was really, really excited about it. I had never been to a pimps and hos party before, and I bought a new (slutty) dress and pantyhose and nail polish and everything. The pre-grade is definitely an A.

While the actual night of the party didn't quite live up to my expectations, it's no one's fault but mine. As you can see from this photo, Scott looked amazing. If by amazing you mean "freakish and scary and a little disturbing", then he certainly was amazing. This picture does not do his outfit justice. Matching lingerie, fishnet hose, and knee-high platform pleather boots? Check, check and check. He really did look great. Big props to Scott having the cojones to wear that outfit out in public. No, the downfall of the night was all my own. I went as a "high-class callgirl." Before we left the house, I looked stunning. Within five minutes, my hair was totally flat, and there were lots of other girls who obviously had put much more time and effort into their looks. Also, I've discovered that, no matter how hard I try, I do not look at all cute when I pucker my lips and give the camera a kiss. Basically, I was a dud. Well, you live and learn. Whatever next year's theme, I'm gonna go all out.
And yes, as Scott alluded to in the comment he left on my last post, I did get drunk, and I did throw up in Scott's sister's side yard. These things happen. I'd much rather throw up the night of than be all hungover the morning after.

the Pimps and Hos party - A- (mostly my fault, but also, there should have been more pimps there - it was pretty much just a ho party, with one or two pimps thrown in for effect)