Go Hawks! Even if you did lose...

Tonight's post is focused on a fun occasion, because I do have a social life outside of work. Sort of. One of the guys that worked at the ballroom studio where my boyfriend and I met is roommates with the owner of an awesome, relatively new restaurant in town. We've been out a couple of times for various events, and this time the event was the Super Bowl.

Let me preface this with a few points:
1) My knowledge of football has been gleaned from cheerleading and the one football player I dated. My cheerleading career was short lived and that boyfriend was a huge mistake, so let's just say football and I are only acquaintances.
2) I do know enough about it to know that the last play of the game was a terrible call and come on Seahawks!
3) Tonight wasn't about looking like anything more than a Seahawks fan because my boyfriend is from Seattle and his whole family was very excited. So don't judge me for my fun, youthful choices. If it doesn't involve work, I'm not afraid to embrace the fact that I don't look my age. If I'm going to have to answer rapid fire questions about the information on my driver's license, I'm at least going to look cute doing it.

I straightened my hair. My makeup was limited to powder, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, and lipgloss. I wore a navy a-line dress with a white cardigan layered over it and white tights underneath. I made the bow myself out of grosgrain ribbon and attached it to a headband I already owned. The green nail polish is actually the same shade as the bow, but the lighting in my house is only so-so and all of these pictures were taken in different rooms. My ring finger is painted white with neon green and navy blue polka dots. 

I wasn't carded, but probably because I was sitting with the owner and all of my alcohol was either in a bucket ordered for the table or part of a round of shots. I can't imagine the waitress would have handed me said shot if she questioned my age, but I can't imagine she would have trusted my age if it hadn't been her boss buying the shots. It had little to do with my appearance, especially considering the bow. 

It was just nice to relax for once and not have to worry about whether or not anyone was taking me seriously. 

Vice Mayoral Campaign Party

Tonight we attended the kickoff party for a candidate for Vice Mayor. It was held at a Mexican restaurant in a trendy part of town right down the street from my house, so I had more time to get ready. I'm not super convinced that I'm as happy with my look tonight as I was with the other party, but I was taken a lot more seriously.

I straightened my hair again, because I feel like everything else looks juvenile. Also, I have so much hair. What do I even do with all of that? But I've had it short for a decade now and I really want to keep it long for awhile. I'll work on it.

The outfit is comprised of a hand-me-down sweater dress that I had no idea had shrunk so much until I put it on; a blazer that I got at Goodwill that I eventually want to have tailored; and a silk scarf that my boyfriend's mom got me for the holidays. I wore black tights and black high-heeled boots with it. 

I did my makeup basically the same. I'm sure I changed lipstick color because I'm the kind of person who likes for everything to match, but other than that it was the same thing I wore to our fundraiser. This time, however, the waiters at the restaurant didn't even card me, everyone I met seemed to take me seriously, and not one person questioned my age. I don't understand.

Maybe it was the blazer? Or the shape of the skirt? Certainly the length would have detracted from that, though. Or maybe it was because I was wearing heels? I mean, sorry I'm not sorry I chose flats when I knew there was a chance I might have to fill in as a cater waiter. Maybe it was the darker shade of lipstick? I'll probably never know for sure, but at least now I have a few ideas to play around with, right?

Campaign Party #1

Tonight was the first party of the year for the political campaign I'm working on and it went really well. Actually, there were a bunch of snafus before the evening started, but we have an excellent team and none of the guests had any idea. That's a great indication of success, don't you think?

I'm not sure what to say about my appearance. As far as girling goes, I was as happy as I ever am. I straightened my hair and, while I definitely need to invest in clips, not a strand was out of place. I did my makeup as best as I know how and even reached a new understanding of how to work the CoverGirl Instant Cheekbones blush. I was wearing a brand new dress that I got from Macy's that looks like it came straight from the pages of Matchbook. I topped it with a red cardigan and matching flats. If Blair Waldorf shopped box stores, she would have approved of those shoes.

But it was the same as always. The woman hosting the party told me I looked twelve. When I introduced myself to one of the workers on an upcoming fundraiser, he asked me if I was old enough to vote.

I feel like there is some knowledge of how to be a girly girl that is constantly escaping me and the people around me just assume I don't want or need to know. I feel like there is some secret that's probably super simple to the point that people think I'm purposefully not utilizing it. Here's a hint: yes, I'm confident. Yes, I love myself. And heck yes, I love sleeping in. But teach me your ways. Teach me how to girl.