Ed (O) Hardy Party I Recap...

They said it couldn't be done. Who is "they"? StuffWhitePeopleLike, for one. Actually that's pretty much it. And I'm not sure they were serious.

As I detailed some weeks ago, I planned an Ed Hardy Party. Well, I threw one.

The party was pretty straightforward, as far as an event goes. When it comes to me and my odd form of social retardation, of course it had its ups and downs.

First off, I wasn't sure who I should invite. I have a rather small apartment, and my cats take up about 3/7 of the livable space, so I couldn't invite everyone that might, possibly, enjoy it. My first step was to email some of my buddies to see if there was any interest. F-Bomb, to his credit, was in from the get-go. Flowers and TM-2000 gave some lukewarm interest, and I figured that was good enough for me to proceed.

I chatted with Fleahops about it, and he was extremely excited, and I hadn't seen his wife in a while (that reads weird; even making some statement about platonicism might not salvage it, so I won't make one) so she was invited.. A2 and I discussed it, and she was in. She wanted to bring The Roomie, so she was in. Dos Claves enthusiastically declared her disdain for the brand and said she'd be there, too. Big Red was in.

So, adding in Ice and F-Bomb's and TM-2000's significant others, that's an even dozen guests. Plus me and three ferocious felines. My apartment was gonna be stuffed to the gills, I thought. So I privatized the Facebook event ("The Reagan Solution", I like to call it (as of right now, when I just made that term up)) and thought that 13 was plenty to hang out at my place, drink drinks, and go sing karaoke.

I'm not experienced in organizing parties, but I was angst-ridden that I didn't invite some people and I was worried that there wouldn't be enough space in my place. And I was worried about what I was going to wear.

Because, after all, what I was gonna wear was the key. How outrageous could I look?

As someone who has been known to wear white jeans (after Labor Day!) and/or patent leather high tops, I am not always dressed understatedly. I'm not exactly Oscar Wilde, but I am willing to take risks.

There's taking risks, though (going on a new roller coaster/wearing white jeans), and there's taking risks (skydiving/wearing multiple Ed Hardy items). This party was, for me, about taking risks.

I only had two items, but what items they were...

• a black t-shirt with 
• art of a great cat with a band-aide and a crown
• "Ed Hardy" in bright red, shiny font (front and back)
• an attached "undershirt" that was long-sleeved featuring
• a roaring tiger on each arm
• a purple skull with red eyes
• lots of flames and plants and weird stuff taking up space 
• blue jeans that
• were really REALLY baggy
• had the biggest front pockets ever
• had pretty intricate stitching on the backside, with
• a roaring tiger
• a Japanese woman
• a dragon
• "Japan" in some sort of rope font that is nearly illegible
• lots of flowers and other bright, aesthetic effluence

If you think reading that list is exhausting, that's nothing compared to typing it up... which is, in turn, nothing compared to seeing it.

I was, of course, delighted by my acquisitions (thank you, Internet!)

Back to my party-goers. The Roomie was the first to bail... she had to work Saturday nights. Dos Claves begged, off, too (something about a family dinner). Fleahops was going to have to work for part of the night, at least, so his little lady decided not to attend. A2 was sick, and was out.

So down from 13 to nine, and perhaps eight--if Fleahops didn't get out of work. Further, F-Bomb and his little lady were gonna be late because of a wedding. I was staring at a healthy half-dozen people at the party, assuming everyone else showed up.

Big Red never did. He didn't cancel, he didn't say anything. Two negative kudos to him.

Fortunately, everyone else did. In fact, Raftmate showed up with Ice and Flowers (making me feel terrible for not inviting her, especially since my primary concern--no space in my apartment--looked pathetic with the thinned-out participation) and a couple of other people, too. Raftmate wore an Ed Hardy bandana (for at least a bit; I've seen a pic of her at Ozzies with it removed, for some reason!). Ed Hardy hats and shirts and a purse were in attendance.

TM-2000 had also purchased a set of four Ed Hardy Highball glasses. It was ridiculous and it was great. And we were thirsty/slightly alcoholic, so we planned on using them before karaoke. After adding the ice and the various liquids, TM-2000 placed his glass on my end table. He noticed, before he even took a sip, that some had leaked onto the end table... and when he picked it up it broke. Cracked in half, horizontally. We gathered the two pieces and put them in my kitchen (where they've continued to fracture occasionally; there are now about six pieces) so he could return them to the place of purchase at a later time (oh, how I love my TM-2000!)

The outfits were great. We looked marvelously ironic, especially since we knew (as we'd hear repeatedly) "Ed Hardy is going out."

I heard that I was "very colorful" from one chick. I had another take a picture of me with her (actually several pics, I guess) as her girl friends all snickered. If they got the joke: great. If they didn't get that I got the joke, then the joke was on them. Or there was no joke.

I hope those who attended had fun. I hope that those who did not are either regretful or sympathetic (depending on whether they were invited or not, respectively). Overall? Good time for me. There was angst and there was uncertainty and there was mockery, but there was also vodka and Jager and a lot of bright colors.