why do they call it a martini anyway?
So I went to the martini party, and it was quite fun. The marketing dude at a certain local weekly paper is really good at throwing these things. They are also behind the crazy art parties at Open Square. We got appetizer on top of appetizer and two martinis with our entry tickets. One was a contest-winning drink, the other was any martini of our choice. I chose a latte martini, which is not even really a martini. But that’s fine by me. I can’t really handle real martinis.
The winning martini, a graceful ginger-lemon concoction employing fresh shaved ginger, was invented by someone who is prominent in the music scene. We were floored when they called out her name.
Before I got there I kept trying to figure out who in the world goes to these kinds of parties? As it turns out, some people got really decked out. One table of beautiful people featured a young woman who looked kind of like Penelope Cruz with a bob haircut and the guy next to her broke out his tux. A tux!
I decided on a black dress with a very plunging neckline. If I hadn’t caught myself I may have actually gone out in public, but my modesty got the better of me and I slipped on a camisole underneath it. Seriously, I could have knocked someone over with the cleavage.
As it turns out, several other women at the party had the same Bond Girl Means Show Cleavage idea. I would not have been the only one knocking people over with my breasts. My partner in crime wore a black shirt and charcoal gray pants. Sort of if a casual George Clooney decided to star in a James Bond movie.
Hey. That’s a very good idea.
daily life, pop culture | sighclub November 11, 2005
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By Rick M, November 11, 2005 @ 1:14 pm
You’re right. Clooney would, visually at any rate, make an excellent Bond. Sounds like it was a fun party.
By malatron, November 15, 2005 @ 3:16 pm
pftt…
no pictures?
By kristen, November 15, 2005 @ 3:38 pm
sorry. I wanted to have a good time, not be a documentarian. We all have off nights.