License to Thrill

Last night I was invited to go to a James Bond themed event. I was actually pretty excited to go with one hitch. I am NOT James Bond girl sexy. I will openly admit that fact. I am not the sleuthy seductress type. I am far more Mad Men sexy. You know, the unassuming-girl-next-door-and-then-whoa-where-did-you-come-from type. So I passed on my skintight black sheath dress with over the top jewelry (borrowed of course) and went with the 50s lace and satin cocktail attire. 

The event itself was a ton of fun. There was dancing, gambling, food, and drinks (I think…I did not really pay attention). It was all fun and the company was great!

Aside from all of that, one thing struck me. This was the first time in my life that someone turned to me with a straight face and asked, “whom are you wearing?” WHAT?! People really do that in real life? It was strange. Luckily, I threw out the name. Nanette Lepore, thanks. What about you? She then proceeded to name every designer she was wearing. Her outfit would probably cover a down payment on a new car. A luxury car. It was odd, but made me laugh. When I walked away of course. All in all, it was a fun evening!

This is the only picture I could find where the others could be cropped out. I had to change the color setting so you could see the true color of the dress. No, I did not get an orange spray tan. But some people did. ;)