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This past Saturday was Jill's annual holiday RAGER (this year's theme: "The Winter Dance"). I danced and drank and squeezed people's parts and generally did whatever I could to migrate my name off the Nice list and over to the tippy top of Naughty. Until like 3:70 o'clock!
The pictures didn't turn out nearly as good this time around, partly because my supposedly fucktard-proof camera turns out to be for mensa Geena Davises?, and partly because someone effed up Jill's artful lighting set-up after about only three pictures had been taken. So while this early-on snap of Jill and Rhombus-strapped-into-Santa-suit looks all awesome ...
Santa sits in Jill's lap for a change.
... the bulk of the remaining pics are blurry and dark and unintentionally arty, like:
I did manage to brighten/contrast/sharpen a few of the dingy, later-in-the-night pictures, but they're all still vying for the title "The Compromise":
Liz and Ivan, in their only simultaneous mug-free shot of the night.
I wore this really pretty dress -- black satin with red and yellow and cream flowery things -- that I got at Loehmann's for just $29.99 (marked down from $179!). It was strapless, though, which just does NOT work with my me -- strapless bras hold my rack in place, yes, but in a very bad place, like just above my bellybutton -- actually lower than they sit in nature (swear!). So I sewed in some fancy red and black silk ribbon straps, which performed the double-duty of hiding the straps of the BRAbra that held up my stuff AND "pulling in" the red of the stripes on my red-and-cream towering Fornarina ankle-strap shoes, which I was bent on wearing since I've managed to put them into action only once since I bought them in January.
Here you can semi-see the ribbon straps I added (notice how they're bowing and gapping ... I'm not the most patient of sewers, maybe).
And here is a slightly brightened view of the quadrant featuring the freakishly high-fashion ribbon bracelets. (I wore them just for you. And you. Hi.)