venus envy

This past weekend, venus envy turned 7, and we celebrated with a big ol' house party. The denizens of Queer Nation,* those brave souls, opened their house up to us, and there was much mirth. And drinking. And dancing. With very cute people in the room, and with one very cute girl in particular.

Lately, it seems like the parties I've been to have been full of dancing. I heartily approve of this. Who needs to go to a bar? You add a good mix of people with extensive playlists to a hardwood dining room floor and the answer is nobody. More rocking, less talking.

In keeping with my current Foxification goals, I got myself tarted up. I like to think I had an influence on Jennifer, who was, from initial reports, going to wear jeans and a tshirt, but instead showed up wearing a hot shirred dress and fancy legs. You can see the hotness and tartiness if you follow the link above.

It's crazy to me that venus envy ottawa is 7 years old. How did that happen? I moved here to run that store when it was just a baby. And now it's moved on and growed up to three times its baby size. It's a going concern, not a struggling one.

Though retail didn't end up being the right environment for this introvert, I loved working there. I met so many great people and felt like I was doing really good, really important work. And I got to meet Shelley, which to me is the best thing of all.

*Not to forget Christine and Adam, who don't, I think, have websites.