This Friday was the annual JET Valentine's Ball. Yes, Yes, February 25th is a little after the fact but we all needed to wait until payday.
It was a formal affair held at Hunky Dory, a fine little establishment in the party capital of Mie, Matsusaka. Most of the attendees really went all out to look fancy dancy. There were high heels and sashes, sequins and glitter galore. I on the other hand, feeling jaded from my recent breakup and cheeky as always, felt that it was my personal duty to take "formal" with a grain of salt and punk it out a bit. All those sequins needed a bit of leather to keep the atmosphere grounded. Such an illustrious affair also needed a "fuck valentine's day" mascot and who better to fulfill the job but yours truly. Unfotunately I don't have a pic or my Festive little number but you'll all be relieved to know that I at least wore a tie. Now THAT'S formal!
The scent of cheap cologne and pheromones were heavy in the air as the desperate and sexually frustrated foreign contingent of Mie's educational system rocked the night away.
The beer flowed, the party raged, the band played, the dance floor was burned to a crisp and the love hotel down the street was filled to capacity.
All in all it was a smashing evening of drunken misadventures. I'm interested to know how many people woke up this morning in the themed rooms of the monstrosity down the street, looked over at their equally blurry eyed companion and let out a sigh...
Another Valentines over and done with...time to start damage control.
It was a formal affair held at Hunky Dory, a fine little establishment in the party capital of Mie, Matsusaka. Most of the attendees really went all out to look fancy dancy. There were high heels and sashes, sequins and glitter galore. I on the other hand, feeling jaded from my recent breakup and cheeky as always, felt that it was my personal duty to take "formal" with a grain of salt and punk it out a bit. All those sequins needed a bit of leather to keep the atmosphere grounded. Such an illustrious affair also needed a "fuck valentine's day" mascot and who better to fulfill the job but yours truly. Unfotunately I don't have a pic or my Festive little number but you'll all be relieved to know that I at least wore a tie. Now THAT'S formal!
The scent of cheap cologne and pheromones were heavy in the air as the desperate and sexually frustrated foreign contingent of Mie's educational system rocked the night away.
The beer flowed, the party raged, the band played, the dance floor was burned to a crisp and the love hotel down the street was filled to capacity.
All in all it was a smashing evening of drunken misadventures. I'm interested to know how many people woke up this morning in the themed rooms of the monstrosity down the street, looked over at their equally blurry eyed companion and let out a sigh...
Another Valentines over and done with...time to start damage control.
1 Comments:
hawt hawt hawt! you were smokin' that friday evening. by the way, you and shannon won my groceries contest. you're too cool for words.
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