After a long week of meetings and such (with and such being a mood-ruining email from known egocentric with possible Mommy issues), I needed to blow off some steam.
We were also keen to don our best country club chic attire for the Spring Social at Zaza, which for me meant the perfect opportunity – if not the only – for me to wear those turquoise pants. They did garner some attention, but when walking the dog around Fair Park prior to leaving, maybe pants that emit their own special glow, might not be the best choice.
So we arrived after some bites at Mr. Mesero. As we walk in, my partner stops to introduce me to someone,” Hi, so and so, I want you to meet my partner, Jeff.” They were like, “We have met before, but last time your name was Jim.” Yes, two years in, people, and I don’t even want to know what Freud would have said about that tongue slippage.
Anyway, I looked around to gauge the barometer of the party. I promise you, this is not the opening line of a joke your father would tell you. A little person, a pony, and a monkey walk by. And I think to myself, this is going to be so much better than watching House Hunters International.
Now before you think I am completely and totally unPC – the “little person” was apparently a regular and very nice. The pony, I’m still pretty much clueless about that part, but it didn’t stop me from having my picture taken with said animal. And the monkey was none other than self-proclaimed gas monkey, Richard Rawlins, from Fast and Furious.
Combine all that with DJ Lucy, who was spinning some particularly good tunes, nice weather, pretty people, and a drink that would knock Lilo off her heels – you have the making of a great way to end the day, or as we like to call it, just another Wednesday night in Dallas.
So next time you receive a maligning email from the person you file under “Products Not to Sell,” go out and realign your inner self. You never know when the next time you will be at a party where you can mingle with a reality star and a pony at the same time. Outside of Vegas that is.
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