Theme parties, love them. Costume parties, love those, too. I always have and I always will. Just about every outfit I do wear has a theme behind. It may be nautical with navy and white, I could wear a splash of color to put me in a good mood, at times I channel Jackie O, I have Banana Republic theme of neutral colors, and even a few sassy girl themes. I love theme parties.
Why? Perhaps because my inner diva can come out and it is socially acceptable. I see it is as my chance to be one stage and perform.
The other night my friend had one, an Indy Shore party. It was trashy, sluty, skanky and I loved every minute of it. People were orange from spray tan, my arm hurts from fist pumping all night, and my towel might be ruined from washing off all the eye makeup and bronzer.
I found my outfit at Wal-Mart. It is from the new Miley Cyrus and Max Azria line and it was perfect: faux pleather skin tight leggings with zippers, and a tank top that zipped up the back. And it was all on super sale with every size out.
