This is my setup as to why, for the past five years, I've thrown myself a big, themed bash where I've forced my friends to dress up in all sorts of manners. My first theme, for my 25th birthday, was the 80s.
This is what I wore:
|That is my cousin's actual prom dress and that is my actual teen angst pose. I really need to Photoshop some lockers behind me.|
The Decor: Pink & teal crepe paper, tablecloths and utensils; totally tubular movie posters (Pretty in Pink, The Goonies, and Raiders of the Lost Ark to be exact); genuine Garbage Pail Kids cards (thanks, ebay!) hung from the ceiling
The Favors: Ring pops and sealed Garbage Pail Kids wax packs. One of my party-goers was brave enough to try the gum. She has not been heard from since.
The Music: Pretty obvious, no? I had an 11-hour long playlist. There was a lot of this going on:
At one point, we had a noise complaint and the cops were called. When I went out to speak with him in my 80s prom dress he politely asked if we were having a Halloween party and I decided to insist that, no. It was obviously my birthday. To his credit, he tried really hard to contain his laughter as he told us to please turn it down.
Turning 25 was totally rad, you guys. AND it gave me one of my favorite couple shots ever. This:
|P.S. That's my friend Jenny in the background who dressed like she was in her 80s.|