Awp! Eek! Agh! Other three-letter words of frustration! It's been more than two whopping days since I've last blogged. D: I was just so tired or so caught up in youtube (more on that in a future post), that I've relished in my three-day weekend too much.
Is it sad though? that this whole time I was thinking "gotta blog gotta blog"? I'm a weirdo.
So instead of blabbing on and on, I'll share my photos from The Day of Infamy aka The Day Gaga Never Came (the actual name I gave the album of all the photos I took this past Thursday, true story). I'll let the pictures do most of the talking. I'll also need to work triple-time for the What's Lovely...
I was going for dramatic eye make-up and the heart-lips that I've always wanted to try. I ended up looking like an Egyptian clown cat.
Shirt+Jacket+Boots- TJMaxx : Blouse- Donation? : Scarf- gift : Belt- Walmart : Tights- We Love Colors & magic : Bowler- Target
Thursday was a pretty hectic day. I had a messy and delicious lunch with Lizzie! and we felt totally rad for walking around in faux fur coats both bought at Amused and bowlers both bought at Target.
And Lizzie found a genuine 1904 penny! How ultra-super-rad is that?!
At the pre-show shindig, it was more of a "stand around awkwardly and drink mocktails" party. So to break the ice, I decided to take advantage of the Gaga in the air and take pictures of the costumes there. Here are some of my favorites...
This guy made that disco stick himself!And of course, I had to share my favorite favorite of them all... this man. No introduction needed, he is a prime example of loving a look from head to toe.
Look at the back of his head! It's a work of art! It's dedication! It's Gagalicious!
Of course, I had to get a picture with him. Who wouldn't?
The two opening acts (that was what riled up a lot of people in hindsight-- why put out the two opening bands when the main act can't perform herself?) put on a great show. Semi Precious Weapons split my ears wide open with their raucous, vainglorious sound: the lead singer reminded me of a filthier, trashier version of that sweet transvestite from Transylvania, and I loved it. I mean, look at those heels he's rocking. Envy. Jason Derulo was in short, hot, but I couldn't help but be amused how he kept on working the "I'm a sensitive hot guy just looking for that one true love but I keep on getting knocked down" schtick for each and every song. But he called a random girl up onstage to serenade her and took his shirt off. The above photo is just gratuitous.
Jason then threw his sweaty rag of a torn-up wifebeater to a crowd of screaming girls. This girl is really proud of herself. :)
What's Lovely for Friday, January 15, 2010: This is lame, but TGIF and then realizing that it's a three-day weekend. Which brings us to all of this. The end.