Last night was a surprise Welcome Home party for my friend’s sister Siobhan. For the last 6ish months she has been living/working in Ireland and just got back on Wednesday. I’ve known Siobhan for almost ten years and I have met a lot of her friends, but never have I seen them all in one place. Then came last night at Hugh O’Neil’s. What an eclectic crowd! Here’s a sampler:
Jason, the Corona drinker decked out head to toe in Red Sox Gear.
Katie, the single mom whose shirt kept falling down.
Michelle, the girl who wants to catwalk and pose to most songs
Shannon, the drink stealer that liked to scream when she talked
Then there was white girl! Just so you know, that is in NO way a racist statement. She was the girl (known only by Shannon) that was dressed head-to-toe in white. Now I have never been one to follow the white shoes after/on/before Labor Day, and I am no supermodel myself, but Oh Man!
Out of 25ish people, 24 thought she was a prostitute and had plans to spill something on her at some point during the night and the other “1″ thought she was dreamy (mind you, he was about 4 drinks in at the time). She was wearing a tight white halter top that barely covered her “girls”, tight spandex white pants and white heels. With everything right there and on display, and seeing her through fuzzy alcohol eyes, I could kinda sorta…not really see what Mr. 1 thought was a model.
She had two accessories….an armband tattoo and a muffin top. More power to her to have the confidence to wear the outfit, but if you are going to be that ballsy to dress like you are walking the corner….er, the beach in Miami, at least have the body for it. (I know, I know…put the claws away). Like I said earlier, I am not one to talk, I’m just saying the next size up in shirt and pants would have been perfect, and most of the girls agreed. Although 99% didn’t put it so nicely.
When we left, Miss White…was on the dance floor…with the candlestick (really Mr.1 but that’s not as funny), her outfit still untouched by red wine or chocolate cake. 
