Jingle Butch Rock | December 21, 2010 | Comments (7)
Show of hands: Have you, personally, missed the tomboy’s delightful little entries here at FFAF?
U H – H U H.
I knew it. Sweet readers, consider this an early Christmas present, because M is back to tell us all about this outstanding holiday party ensemble of hers now:
“First things first, company holidays parties are the worst. You can’t curse anyone out, you can only bring one guest (if you’re lucky!), you feel like you HAVE to attend and the food is always so-so. On the other hand, there’s an open bar, the venue might be really fantastic, you don’t hate everybody and it’s free!
After dragging the femme to several of my company holiday parties, it was time I attended one of hers. Of course, her affair is ultra- fancy and black tie ‘optional’ at a museum (not just any museum, y’all, the Asian Art Museum, which used to be the former main library for the city of San Francisco, with a Beaux-Arts exterior to die for. – Skinny), whereas mine are business casual (at best), and held at a “sports club” – which is really just a gym that still smelled kinda sweaty – made to look like a casino, or a small restaurant/bar (we software engineers like to keep it classy). I was worried it was going to be unbearable, but fortunately, we have finally mastered the art of showing up, enjoying ourselves, and leaving before any of the embarrassing dancing takes place. It’s a lot of fun because you know shit is already going to hell in hand basket, and someone will surely be fired before the night is out, and you see people lining up for more free drinks, and you quickly say your goodbyes before anyone gets too sloppy or (heaven forbid) forces you to dance. Then you head to a real bar, where you pay real money, but you get much better drinks and much better company! That’s the holiday spirit.”
M is leaving out that last year’s holiday party was held at an aviation museum, which I thought was pretty cool.
(Important note: These and subsequent photos were taken after free drinks AND purchased real drinks at a real lesbian bar. In our garage. Because I haven’t had the time to develop my “studio” and the show must go on in the interim, mustn’t it?)
Slacks: Express
Dress Shirt: Kenneth Cole
Black Velvet “Nerd Band Jacket Action” & Tartan Plaid Tie: H&M
Tie Clip: Vintage
Belt: Calvin Klein
Albino Zombie Stag Brooch: Etsy
Boots: Lounge by Mark Nason
Ridiculously Adorable Dogs: Conor “Bird” Bennett, Chipotle or “the fucking dingo” (crazy courtesy of rescue shelters)




































