Submitted by megan on Sat, 05/23/2009 - 15:44
The unofficial theme of last night's Certain Sort was cleavage.
As themes go, I have to say, it's one of my favourites.
Though I instigated it, I had no intention of participating. I had shoes to wear, people, hot high-heeled hot pink sexy hot foot-flattering shoes. And the clothes I had to go with them were not cleavage clothes.
"Oh, well then."
The second unofficial theme was Holy Fuck, It's Spring.
Blood was running quick, I'd have to say. As one of the organizers, I was driving our DJ, CPI home, so I was sober the whole night, watching the running as it whirled faster and faster as the evening progressed.
Just the feeling, no fireworks, a slow start, no one big rush of people, the room filling steadily. Relaxed standing, some drinking, some dancing and the energy, getting bigger and looser and more elastic.
Maybe it was the porn we were screening? Maybe we were just all frantically shedding our winter skin.