323/365 Peter
His holiday party heralds his annual wearing of the red-velvet-and-black-satin smoking jacket (dinner jacket, tuxedo, what’s your preferred verbage?). This year, custom-punked Chuck Taylors have been added to the mix. The Veuve Clicquot flows freely, and he knows guest booty can’t resist the Ramones.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 8:20 AM
5 Comments:
Boy, you are speaking a different language, here. I know nothing about refined dress codes... Such a shame because I'm sure I'd make it look good.
Peter sounds like an absolute stitch.
I want to go to his party!
*sigh* Ou sont les loft-parties d'antan?
D: Chez Peter? Mais ce n'est pas un(e?) loft. Sigh.
L: I would love to see you there. I feel lucky to have been in Portland for the last two.
SY: Yes.
P: I'm sure you would!
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