But let me tell you my friends, the sequins IS. Heavens.
Remember that full body skin-tight cast of sequins from 1988? The kind that isn't forgiving when you have to, say, close your car door or pick up something (oof!) or just sit? That, my friends, was pre-spandex. And that is what I wore Saturday night. For a couple hours. I sorta felt like Joan Cusack with the neck brace in Sixteen Candles. There was a costume change, but so far no photos have surfaced of that hot pink number. Darn.
I'm pretty mad at myself for not getting photos of the amazing food (crab/mushroom pinwheels, sushi, dips dips, cupcakes, creme puffs, strawberries, mmmm. What else? I ate a lot...) nor did I score photos of the beverage counter, where the fou-fou drinks reigned supreme. grumble grumble. I was clearly too busy stuffing my face.
Many thanks to Miss Laeroport (her photo, above) for crossing state lines to join us for our little fiesta. We were the best dressed people in the Hyvee Grocery (picking up libations) and the Japanese Steakhouse (picking up the sushi) for sure. I will not forget those looks for quite some time. It was a hoot, my friend!