Style file: I made it through the wilderness
There’s something about platinum blonde plastic wigs that just screams class, don’t you think? But what’s one to do when the bride to be is blonde and the hens (at least the New York contingent) are not? Fake it! (DUH) So fake it, we did – to manicures and pedicures at Dashing Diva on Smith St in Brooklyn, then to drinks at Julie’s, dinner at a deeeelicious French restaurant (am I alone in finding it difficult to trust people who don’t eat their burger buns, not to mention their fries?! Madness), then to, eh, karaoke. I kid you not.
Highlight of the evening? My sister, launching herself on the stage for our rendition of Aqua’s Barbie Girl, turning to me and asking: “Are we not singing Like a Virgin?” Oh, precious vodka cocktails – “no, Bea, we sang that literally five minutes ago”. My personal tips for karaoke success? Britney’s Overprotected is a bad choice. It sounds great with the mad vocoding, but is impossible to sing in the real world. Also FYI: Brooklyn hipsters don’t much appreciate Britters in any case. Barbie Girl, on the other hand, always allows you to make believe you’re being ironic, so people are fine with it. And Madonna’s always a karaoke winner. My second highlight was the guy who kept literally crooning at us. “This is for the bridal shower.” VOM. More pics and deets:
A ha ha ha, see how I’ve perfected the closed-eye drunk smile! I swear I hadn’t even been drinking at that stage. So the details: printed wrap dress by Diane von Furstenberg, denim leggings from Topshop, blue chunky-heeled pumps from H&M, black cardigan from Bershka, silver, gold and black metal necklace from Warehouse. Good times. Still recovering so hang on there for more posts, updates on NY, my views on the American obsession with suntanning (and the Irish obsession with Abercrombie . . .). Exciting I know.
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1Séamus
wrote on 30 November 2009 at 14:07
Who is that platinum blonde vixen ?
Sounds like you had a great time in NY