Last night we attended a 50th birthday bash for one of Bill's co-workers (Bill is my husband). It was a theme party, 1970's to be exact. Yesterday afternoon Bill and I combed local thrift stores in search of clothing for our costumes. Bill settled on a funky psychedelic tie and a brown vest as there were no leisure suits available :( I, on the other hand, bought a daring brown turtleneck. And who says I'm afraid of taking risks! Not to worry, my costume plans were taking shape. Last year I had bought a brown suede skirt at a vintage boutique in town (the tag actually said it was from the 1970's), and I had some killer suede boots that I was dying to wear. Some big funky earrings would complete the look. Alas, I was going to borrow a friend's Afro wig, but never got around to it, so I resolved to curl my hair to give it that big frizzy look so popular during that era. Although, I guess you could say I'm genetically blessed because big and frizzy has never quite been a problem with me. As for Bill's costume, he decided the tie was better suited to a sixties party, so he elected to wear a white shirt open to just the right degree to expose all of his chest hair along with a gold chain and some light colored slacks to match the vest. But something was missing and I knew just what to do. I made some quick work with a bit of mascara, eyeshadow and some eyebrow powder and tah!dah! Bill was transformed into Dirk Diggler, the disco king, complete with sideburns and Fu Manchu moustache. Let the night begin, the boogie night that is.
The party was held at a hall the next town over. The invitation said costumes were optional and Bill and I were a little nervous that we might be the only ones in costume. However, we spotted a few bushy hairstyles in the parking lot and felt pretty certain they were going to the same party. It turned out they were (phew!). Some people went all out with big hair, hot pants, halter tops, platform shoes; every fashion faux pas from the decade was represented in some form or another. I swear I saw Donna Summers there and she looked mahvelous. The deejay played all kinds of dance music and most everyone took to the dance floor, even those who couldn't dance (me!). Someone jokingly told me I was going to wind up on Youtube, at least I think she was joking. I haven't checked the site yet and I'm kind of scared to do so.
Well, we weren't the first to leave, but we weren't the last and yet we managed to stay out way past our bedtime. So that's why I'm enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon in March. I hope you get to enjoy one every now and then as well.
