new: jewelry and jeans

tonight, I attended a combo party that my best friend hosted for her coworkers selling silapada jewelry and zipper jeans. we ate papa murphys pizza and talked about bowel movements (no joke...). I remember when "party" used to mean dressing up and sharing a cheap bottle of booze and katy perry-like music was droning in the background.

now it means buying stuff





and learning to play with others in a "sit in your spot and nibble politely on your appetizers and say nothing discriminating or make references to obscure poems or imaginary childhood friends so you'll blow your cover and show everyone you really are neurotic."




kari and Kim chillin before the group embarassment of revealing your Jean size (in waist measurements) in front of everyone.

grown up parties make me realize that yawns before 9 pm are just a fact of life nowadays.