Manhunting at Night

Hey hey, how's everyone's weekend going?

Our weekend started yesterday night... The style friends and I figured out that in order to catch the best type of wild sexy man beast, we should hunt them at night, which is when they usually come out of their corporate hiding place and join the rest of the city.

So we got all dressed up and got ready to hit the local watering holes.

The fabulous F.




Looking absolutely fabulous.

Unfortunately, she fabulously sprained her ankle... So she couldn't really do much hunting. She still went with us, but I had to do the hunting for the both of us.

The sweetest S. with all her swag.

 

So much swag.

Vivacious V., no longer headless.

All dressed up like a rockstar.

Et moi...

 

I had planned on dressing up like a rockstar...

...But unfortunately, the only clean piece of clothing I had left to match the fabulous studded shirt that my brother gave me, was that skirt...

It was either that skirt or ripped jeans...

...And you would think that the jeans would have been a better option, but unfortunately the rip was on the crotch area. And I don't think, we really need to show off my rockstar vagina...

Of course, what I lacked in rockstar fashion pieces, I think I totally made up for in attitude...

I mean seriously, look at that, I could totally pass off as someone who was in a band.

Amirite or amirite?

Oh and here's the obligatory Fashion Blogger's "I need to take a crap" pose.

Off we went to the first watering hole.

...I remained as conspicuous as possible...

Here you see one of the species of the wild sexy man beast. This particular one was on the phone most likely with his girlfriend, which made him unsuitable to hunt.

I switched to a different spot...

...I thought it would be easier to blend in by pretending to be a tree...

And suddenly, there it was... The perfect game.

I slowly crept up to him...

...And as soon as he wasn't looking...

I held on to his leg...

And I caught him!

...And he was mine...

...For like a minute and then he got away.

Tsk.

This manhunting business is so tricky.

I'll remember to bring rope next time to tie them up so they won't be able to escape.

Dejected, I decided to drink my sorrows down with Orange Juice.

And all the other drinks that I could my hands on.

The style friends approve of this.

So yeah... We may not have caught any sexy wild men beasts last night.

...But we did have fun.

Here I am on the way home.

Manhunting is hella tiring!

Hope y'all have a great weekend. :)

*Thanks to Marla London for the purses. Follow them on Facebook!*