Mid-year Mania
And so it happened.
Je ne sais quoi.
Messieurs and Mademoiselles arrived with a slight hint of being so fashionably late. RSVP's and VIP's all included. Everyone who's in made it. Gatecrashers and party poopers not included.
Oh yes, the door opened just a minute after midnight wherein Cinderella can't even join us. Too bad for her. Fortunately, there are far prettier and more gorgeous Cinderellas in the room.
The room was overflowing with fashionistas. Everyone wore their best designer clothes and their best smiles. From high-cut one of a kind sneakers to skinny, iridescent jeans, to graphic designed slim fit tees, everyone has something to offer. Who would have thought that I wouldn't be able to keep up with them. The notion of a masquerade ball just made me thought of custom-fitted tuxedos and dresses worthy to be branded couture. Thankfully I was able to save face. Yes, I took the theme literally, knowing posh people, who wouldn't want to wear something formal and lavish?
To even say good-lookers is an understatement, it's an insult, a mockery of the attendees. It was better than expected. There were far better than good-looking. I, for one can't stop glancing around the crowd. The spy in me stealthily stole glances of anyone to everyone. Even women were a sight to behold.
And the masks, the masks says it all. The mystique, the enigma, the secret behind those alluring masks gave it such a wonderful aura of a top-secret profile. Enough to make you feel so irresistibly magnetized: whether it be a person or persons, you take your best pick.
With every party and every special event there is nothing more expected than the assortment of alcohol. The culprit of which many went home longing for something. Maybe, just maybe, more than that poisonous and erotic whiff of liquor.
And of course who would even forget the reason for the celebration, the reason for the glamorous party, the reason for the death-defying wait; the celebrant himself with his exuberant, narcissistic, histrionic, Lady Gaga inspired mask. The way it curved around his near perfect face and how the flower accentuated and boldly expressed his special day. His mask, was the mask to beat after all.
To be juicily continued... ;)
Je ne sais quoi.
Messieurs and Mademoiselles arrived with a slight hint of being so fashionably late. RSVP's and VIP's all included. Everyone who's in made it. Gatecrashers and party poopers not included.
Oh yes, the door opened just a minute after midnight wherein Cinderella can't even join us. Too bad for her. Fortunately, there are far prettier and more gorgeous Cinderellas in the room.
The room was overflowing with fashionistas. Everyone wore their best designer clothes and their best smiles. From high-cut one of a kind sneakers to skinny, iridescent jeans, to graphic designed slim fit tees, everyone has something to offer. Who would have thought that I wouldn't be able to keep up with them. The notion of a masquerade ball just made me thought of custom-fitted tuxedos and dresses worthy to be branded couture. Thankfully I was able to save face. Yes, I took the theme literally, knowing posh people, who wouldn't want to wear something formal and lavish?
To even say good-lookers is an understatement, it's an insult, a mockery of the attendees. It was better than expected. There were far better than good-looking. I, for one can't stop glancing around the crowd. The spy in me stealthily stole glances of anyone to everyone. Even women were a sight to behold.
And the masks, the masks says it all. The mystique, the enigma, the secret behind those alluring masks gave it such a wonderful aura of a top-secret profile. Enough to make you feel so irresistibly magnetized: whether it be a person or persons, you take your best pick.
With every party and every special event there is nothing more expected than the assortment of alcohol. The culprit of which many went home longing for something. Maybe, just maybe, more than that poisonous and erotic whiff of liquor.
And of course who would even forget the reason for the celebration, the reason for the glamorous party, the reason for the death-defying wait; the celebrant himself with his exuberant, narcissistic, histrionic, Lady Gaga inspired mask. The way it curved around his near perfect face and how the flower accentuated and boldly expressed his special day. His mask, was the mask to beat after all.
To be juicily continued... ;)
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ReplyDeletesorry sir! hindi po talaga pwede sabihin kung sino... ayoko po kasi ng magulong buhay..hehehe
ReplyDeleteJust to let you know, you look hot in your white long sleeves that night. Hahahaha!
ReplyDeletei wna know more...more juicy details!!
ReplyDeletewla bang pics? or cameras were confiscated at the door ehheheh :P
Guyrony,
ReplyDeleteDo tell them what happened after the masks came off and true natures were revealed. =)
Kane
*anteros' dominion - not to worry, I won't ask for it. I understand and respect your decision. I know you're in a crossroad right now. Hugs to you!!!
ReplyDelete*Mu[g]en - hahahaha! I did? I looked like someone that will attend a christening.
I leave that to the attendees and to you Kane. :)
wala bang pictures? more juicy gossips dali!! ehehe (naglaho yta ung una kong comment) :P
ReplyDeleteThe celebrant hired a photographer, I'm sure it will be posted soon although i'm not sure if he will post it in the blog world...
ReplyDeleteLooks like your comment was deleted by blogspot. and that's not even explicit. Hahahaha!
Guyrony,
ReplyDeleteReading this entry, just brought me back to the party.
Too bad I left early and went back really late.
Another bad thing I didn't get to meet u.
Hahaha! But I got to see you. :) The party was really, really something. I loved it!
ReplyDeleteGanun ... Daya naman ... I got word that ur a looker... = P
ReplyDeleteBad looker to be exact. Don't believe those rumors. Hahahaha!
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