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!*

The manhunt begins...

Today, I decided I should probably be more proactive about finding super hot and sexy boyfrans for myself and for F.

We keep complaining about being fabulously single and yet we do nothing about it.

Of course, our non-single style friends were there to support us...

Headless V. donning a fab Ivy League alumni-ish type look.

And the sweetest S. all pretty in pink.

Fabulous F. in all her sexy single glory.

Et moi, in true hunting fashion, I decided to dress up all nativelike.

Feather earrings. A hunter never leaves home without them.

 I was hoping my ethinic-ish wardrobe would summon the spirits of my hunter ancestors, to help me on my hunt for my wild and sexy beast of a man.

So off we went hunting. F. took photos, documenting our hunting trip.

I tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible so as not to scare my prey...

I waited and waited for what seemed like forever, when suddenly, there appeared a wild and sexy man.

I got ready to pounce and as soon as he was within reach...

...I grabbed him.

...But then... The most inopportune thing happened...

He got scared and he ran away...

 

...I tried to run after him, saying, "Papi, wait, let me explain. Waiiiittt..."

I tried to get in this thing so I could catch up to him faster... But to no avail...

I was devastated.

 So close... I was so close...

Oh well... There are plenty of sexy beasts out there.

Tonight, we rest. Tomorrow, we hunt again. Wish us well.

Windy Cindy

Hey hey!

So today was pretty windy.

So windy that we almost got carried away.

The Sweetest S.

Fantastic F.

Vivacious V.

Et c'est moi!

Anyhoo, remember my "skirt for days and days"?

Well, I actually have two of those. Nabbed them on sale at Splash. Oddly enough, the size of this skirt according to Splash is 14... We all know I'm not a 14, so I wonder how this would actually fit a person that size. :-/ Splash people, you gots some 'splainin to do.

Thank goodness for "skirt for days and days and weeks and months". With this type of wind, it could have been panty and vagina for days and days of embarrassment.

Funny thing about the wind though...

Whenever we tried to take a photo, it just died down. It took a couple of tries before we got the picture above.

 Here's F. trying to remedy the problem.

(*Looking at photo with squinted eyes: Not sure if trying to blow skirt or blow kisses to ass.)

The vivacious V looking as lovely as evarrr. I need a sweater like that in my life.

Pretty S in fabulous monochromatic hues.

Fabulous F practicing her skills as a matador. I, of course, was the bull in this scenario.

Oh and we also figured out that "skirt for days and days" can also be used as BFF skirts. Gone are the days of wearing matching clothes to show that you're BFFs. Nowadays, you can proclaim to the world that you're best friends forever by wearing one ginormous skirt.

S and I decided it would be best to demonstrate this by having a pose-off.

And as you can see... There really is no question...

...I am clearly the better model.

Kissy kissy!

So this is embarassing...

...I know, I know. It's been ages, since I last updated this blog.

Nothing much has changed though, except that...

...S got her hair did like a BAMF.

F also got her hair did like a trophy wife of a Hollywood producer.

V didn't want to show her face, because she's all famous like that wearing...

...stunning bejeweled belts like this.

F & V's shoes are teh sexxx.

My boots border on chic and gnome-like.

Mamu gave me this bib necklace when he came over for New Year's! Don't you just love it? 

I know this bag is sooo last season.

...But it was on sale, and you know I can't resist a sale.

And besides, using last season stuff is what Highly Crass dreams are made of.