Dress Up Party, Part 2

The night of Kelly's party, I got all gussied up and even set my hair in hot rollers. I felt like Rita Hayworth in my vintage cocktail dress and super high platform glass slippers. The BF picked me up, had to boost me into the cab of his pick-up truck, but he gave me a good goose on the way up and I giggled at his trouser tent when he climbed in the other side.

"God, you look hot. Usually, you're such a tomboy. Tonight, you look all girly, but you're not too made up, like when you're dancing. "

"Shutup, you're making me blush. Besides, look at you. Yummy!" He was clean-shaven and his hair looked nice (it was usually goofy from wearing hats at work) and the cut of the suit flattered his broad shoulders and muscular thighs. Plus, the sharkskin suit was just plain cool.

We arrived fashionably late. Most everyone else was already there. The first thing we dancers did was introduce ourselves to each other by our real names.

"Hi, my name is Ana," said Sweetwater.

Naomi held out her hand, "My name is Yvette."

"I'm Liza," giggled Fay.

"I'm Laura, " said Mary Jane.

"Jennifer," I pointed to myself.

"Yeah, well, I'm just Kelly -- all day long." We all laughed. Kelly passed around beers and margaritas and we spent the rest of the evening saying each other's real names whenever we could.

(Dress Up party Part 3 -- coming soon.)