Sunday, December 18, 2011

I'm full of Christmas cheer and snark.

Last night my man and I went to his company's black tie Christmas party in Arlington at the fancy-schmanciest country club Virginia offers.

Getting ready for this party cost the two of us no less than $400 for a new dress ("sparkly awesomeness" as my pal Liz, called it), Shoes (which took over 25 pieces of fashion advice from my twitter friends to pick out), hose (which I ended up rolling into a ball and throwing under my bed), shapewear (which made me look like a female WWF wrestler), jewelry, a new dress shirt and tie for my hubby, and cuff links (which I didn't realize the shirt needed until I was home from the mall...SHIT!).

However, all of this work to get ready for something that is supposed to be fun was really taking a toll on my  effing Christmas spirit so as we drove down to the party I decided to take my frustrations out with my well-documented snarkiness.

I came up with the Top Reasons I Hate Dressing Up:
But to be fair...There is one thing I love about dressing up:
You can read all about our evening by checking out my #blacktiebanshee hashtag from the evening.

In the end we had a great night, I didn't trip and break a leg in those damn heels and the cocktails were just the right mix of cold and a bit too strong.




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