Aloysius
Britt and I went to a swank party last night with a pretentious theme. The idea was to dress and act as pretentiously as possible. Imagine people in tweed or shooting jackets puffing on pipes or cigars and attempting to quote Umberto Ecco or discussing the latest art house film. I was really close to bringing a teddy bear (named Aloysius) and talking to it adroitly as I sipped my Sherry, a regular Lord Sebastian I would be; but alas, teddy bears are rather inconvenient to lug around so Aloysius stayed home. This party was perfectly set up as to enable me to scratch several drinks off of my list. I don’t want to give the impression that I am really very much like Sebastian, because I’m not; I maintained complete control, and managed to make my palate acquainted with Sherry, Scotch, and (the granddaddy of them all) Absinthe. I was most surprised by the Absinthe–I had heard it described as rancid and nearly mind-altering; it was neither. It tasted like extremely concentrated black licorice schnapps. Not bad (in extremely small servings) at all.
Britt and I dressed up first rate for our incomparable soiree. Behold.
As you can see, the literary element was brilliantly apt in its relevance.
You guys definitely fit the bill. I wanted to go get something to wear too, but thrift stores don’t tend to carry things in my size and I’m too poor to buy something new.
You’re right. The book was apt.
Why do I suspect the two of you didn’t have to go shopping….?
thats awesome…
We DID go shopping, Noel; but not for very much… Almost everything I’m wearing in the picture was purchased at a thrift store that afternoon, I already owned the pipe, flask, and book. Britt bought the red scarf and a black suit jacket. Of course you are right with your supposition, we no doubt appear naturally as what some may call pretentious.
I love it:) But my Hitler costume was definitely better. By the way you should put it on here some time.
nice
I’m incredibly jealous.
how dapper! i love the ring–and the bit of prose.
swank indeed.
congrats on the new position–i’m dreadfully jealous.