.... to the cocktail hour. I must admit, I've had the biggest urge lately to dress up in circa 1956 clothing and offer people drinks on trays. I'm imagining some nice, flowing yet slightly clingy silk or chiffon, perhaps the incorporation of ribbon in the hair or decorative feathers. Then, once everyone was liquored up, I'd change into a slimming suit with pencil skirt because I had to go to work... as a spy.As I don't own a silk, chiffon, or taffeta party dress I've had to settle for my normal clothes during the cocktail hour lately. And, I'm not really the one making and serving the drinks either. I don't even have a tray to serve such things. No matter. R! serves up a mean vodka & tonic if you ask nicely.
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E, you hardly even wear skirts, let alone dresses, LET ALONE clingy pencil skirts! But then, one's fantasies are not obliged to match one's reality.
At least you actually are a spy. :]
I have the perfect mixed CD for the 1950s/60s cocktail hour...starts with Streisand's Hello Dolly, then moves through a mix of upbeat jazz, Sinatra, Dean Martin, etc. I always get the urge for a beehive hairdo when I listen to it.
Send it up, lady!
E!, I am wholeheartedly in support of cocktail hour. I will even try to locate a blazer to go with cocktail hour..
I warn you though I might wind up looking more like Charles Bukowski than Dean Martin.
Will do - email me your address
R: Saint Chuck could have kicked Dean Martin's ass, so I say, go with it!
It sounds like you guys are keeping things fabulous in E-town. I commend you.
Let's hear it for Vodka and tonic. It's refreshing, but can also be hardy. By hardy, it seems to fit well with winter. Shit, it came from Russia, it has to fit with winter. I've recently discovered a locally brewed vodka called Crater Lake vodka. It's pretty good, and it has a cool label.
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