Last week I decided to go out and sing some karaoke as I love to do. I don’t do it nearly enough though. I often go with a boob top when going out, to steal a phrase from “Must Love Dogs”. Luckily I had recently bought a fun Nicki Minaj top from Kmart for a great price.
Tyra would hate this no neck shot.
So I built the outfit around that. I added some kick ass 80s throwback jeans from DOTS (RIP) and I had to go with my old Barbie necklace on this one. I mean, it’s the obvious choice. It’s Nicki Minaj for Pete’s sake.
Obviously the lighting on my staircase sucks but I had to have a pic that includes my shoes. That’s just who I am.
Yeah, you can see my top and necklace in this photo but the main point here is to show you a panic attack. This is my face during a panic attack. Yeah, anticipating hatred by strangers can be scary. Luckily that didn’t happen that night. The fact that there is a 50/50 chance of that happening blows though (I make up my own statistics).
I had a decent, not great time. I sang two songs so I did accomplish that, which was why I went. I sang One Piece at a Time by Johnny Cash and later My Favorite Mistake by Sheryl Crow.
On the way home I took a selfie with this giant Ten Commandments in front a of a local church because I find it ridiculous when sober and hilarious when drunk, atheist up in here. (I know, this is an awful angle for my face, but I don’t care, it’s still makes me chuckle. )
My absolute favorite/the only gay bar in my town has theme parties. They usually include performances by some fun drag queens and a drink special. A bit different from the pajama parties I had as a young girl. Well this past January they had a Pajama Party. Of course, I had to go, despite the snow.
In our current world this is probably extremely unusual but I’ve never went anywhere in my pajama pants. I’m not a department store shopper who goes like that. It’s not a slight, it’s just not me. So this was new, for me.
In deciding what to wear I almost immediately decided not to wear a full on two piece pajama set. I guessed that not many would be participating. Plus I wanted to be current and ya know the thing to do these days is a tank & pj pants. That’s what I did, with my spin.
I dug out some old/rarely worn hot pink pjs from the now closing Dots (goddamn I feel old) to pair with my James Deen tank. I was originally gonna include an alternate tank below in the Get the Look section but you probably already own one. Plus if you don’t know who James Deen is, get schooled. The info’s right on this site.
I have thick, curly, dry hair. There isn’t all that much you can do with it. Usually it’s just put a ton of product(s) in it and then leave it down. Not that night though. All of the sudden I thought of putting it up in curlers like people do when they are curling their hair over night. I don’t own any as I don’t need them. So I borrowed these super cute leopard print ones from a family member. Yes, it is supposed to look intentionally messy.
Ah, now there was a theme emerging-hot pink with leopard print accents. I was given a few costume jewelry rings from my sis on Christmas so I found the big leopard one and voila. Yeah, I also wore my Abbey Dawn leopard print boots from JustFab(affiliate link) and my daily Lulu by Lulu Guinness bag (both are no longer for sale). However I’d totally go with the little clutch below, if you’re into clutches. It’s fun.
Then I topped my often makeup free face with a ton of pink makeup. It had the side effect of making me appear younger, a win/win really. It was both over the top and flattering.
How was my night? Okay. Not many dressed up, as I expected. The friendly bartender thanked me for dressing up. I think a couple of girls said they liked my hair and pants. One guy did show up in a full on red onesie, which rocked! Most of my stories are just me and this one is no exception. I tried to rope a student from school into stopping by but she declined. The show was fun, as always. There was a sad group of people there celebrating a chick’s 21st birthday. While she was very nice, she was also trash drunk. This was a light drinking night for me and I just tried to step out of the way as she fell all over the place. Luckily there were couches, which you know helps when drunk people are falling/climbing all over the place. Also, I was worried she might hurl.
I didn’t stay all that long but hey, I love dressing up & watching the shows so whatever.
(click the photos above to be taken to the the full size versions)
When I finished the current issue of Maxim I noticed an intriguing ad on the back cover, the sexy ass Chris Evans posing for Gucci Guilty Black. I’ve been a huge fan of Evans’ since Not Another Teen Movie. I’m so psyched that he has been able to rise to stardom via films like The Avengers.
Luckily the ad lists the official Gucci YouTube channel on the side so I was able to go watch the below commercials starring Chris Evans and Evan Rachel Wood. These are awesome and it’s no wonder, they were directed by Frank Miller (Sin City). The song is by Friendly Fires and Bat For Lashes and is entitled Strangelove Guilty remix.
The official site lists that this fragrance, Gucci Guilty, smells like lemon, mandarin, green leaves, pink pepper, patchouli, cedar, sandalwood and amber.
Last month was the premiere of my father’s TV ad. I wanted to look a bit nice but still casual. I also really wanted to wear some hot ass maroon boots but they have almost no traction and there was a shitload of snow on the ground. So, of course, I stuck with my trusty Kmart cowboy/motorcycle boots, instead.