When Blaineket told me he was having a Punchbowl 70s themed birthday party I knew it was going to be awesome. I wasn’t really prepared for how he throws a party. Originally there would be one punchbowl the idea grew and grew until there were five punchbowls with five different punches. I learned how to pour punch… over the bowl bitches! I got into a lot of trouble when I spilled punch on the tablecloth. This was a classy party. “Where’s the food Blaineket?” he looks at me indignent “oh I do not like food sitting out, I hired a girl to serve us. just wait!” um wow!
I was doing the Farrah Fawcett realness. Feathered hair, terrycloth dress dream, gold hoop earrings and the only sunglasses that have ever really mattered to me. Blaineket posed with me, next visit I will do a blog so can you can experience the late century time warp that is his residence.
I got punched all night. I ended up sticking with the blue hawaii.
DJ NIGHT. He played us some boogie beats. Blaine let me know that he was paying the DJ so I didn’t have to like them. Thanks Blaine I needed to know that for later “This is 80′s music!!!”
Oh really whats that white powder?
Evidence that there were other guests.
The party went on into the night and I transitioned into my dark period. Like doing coke of a white winged dove.
Thank you to the tattooed librarian for the dress donation. I am still in my caftan, now that I have discovered this article of clothing which by the way feels like not wearing clothing, I am a caftan rebel.
Very rarely is there a party worth feeling hungover for.. This party was worth it. Blaine has some awesome friends and I was glad to call them my friends if only for the night. xoxo
