Goin' out clothes

I have come to the realisation that I largely lack "goin' out clothes." I have hoochie mama clothes from my ballroom days, work clothes, and bummin' clothes. So trying to find the right balance of dressed and functional can be tricky, especially if I don't know where we will end up. LP requires something more on the hoochie end than the Southport jeans. Last night, the Obnoxious shirt was calling my name. Pair it with jeans and red sneaks, call it good. It worked out that Kallisti was not feeling terribly inspired to get "dressed" either.

Looking for dancing that wasn't a club (our ensembles were not going to get us in), we hopped the 22 down to Wrigleyville to John Barleycorn. Waited in line to get in. Waited in line to get upstairs to the dancefloor. Which was PACKED. With UGLY people. You know it's bad when in my jeans, sneaks and Kallisti's Cubs hat (backwards 'cause it kept falling in my eyes, and he couldn't wear it because of the bullshit dresscode, even though the bar is within spitting distance of Wrigley Field on a game night when the Cubs actually won....) that I looked better than most of the other girls there. There was alot of hoochie, tragically tight and girls in bad shoes.

However, there was dancing, albeit to less than fabulous music. But they did play "Poison" by Bel Biv Devoe, to my infinite delight. I will no longer listen in shame on my iPod, given the reception it got last night.

on iTunes: "Whistle for the Choir" - The Fratellis