I Know Why the Caged Bird Sleeps

Fun with Friends

by Jenn P. | on January 2nd, 2013 | 3 comments

I threw caution to the wind and went to a party on Monday night. Can you believe it? Monday night! But that’s just me, you know? I’m crazy like that.

Oh right. Everyone went to a party Monday night.

Mine was thrown by Aubrey and Mitch, who have a history of throwing great parties on New Year’s Eve. This year the theme was “The After-Party” and guests were encouraged to dress like they were already on the road to a hangover as opposed to full-on party-mode.

Women wore cocktail dresses and nice hairdos, but paired them with flip-flops for a more casual, end-of-the-evening look. This was our pretty hostess, Aubrey.

Gentlemen wore suits with their shirts untucked and a smudge of lipstick on their collars.

I went with the most literal interpretation for my own after-party style, and wore my yoga pants and what I like to call my “sleepytime shirt”. It’s one of the least flattering and most obnoxious articles of clothing I own. I scored it off a cigar peddler in Aruba. Paired with a pink tiara, it’s actually quite a fetching look.

The truth is, by the time the after-party rolls around, I usually have pillow creases across my face. I am no party girl, and I never have been. I barely drink, I prefer the dawn to the dusk, and I’d rather wake up at four am to study than stay up till four cramming. If this had been a slumber party, surely I would have had my bra frozen.

If I’m up and moving, I can be pretty energetic and start to feel like partying really is in my blood.

But I fall asleep almost immediately when my body becomes inert–a blessing in the comfort of my own home; a curse out in public. Never treat me to a movie–you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.

Vin says I’m like a bird who stops chirping the minute a black cloth is draped over its cage.

Make no mistake: I’m not resolving to become a bigger night owl this year. I’m not fooling myself into believing this bird can change her tune.

My resolution, if I must make one, is to make the most of each waking moment before the party’s over.

(All pictures by Vin B.)

Jenn P.

30-something psychotherapist. Loves cooking, hosting parties, exploring new places. Texan by birth. New Yorker by choice. Likes to tell little stories. Pull up a chair; I'll tell you one.

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Comments (3)

Justine FontinellJanuary 3, 2013

I totally hear you on all this! Looks like a fun party, though, so I’m glad you got to enjoy before passing out Happy new year!
MitchyMitchyMitchyJanuary 3, 2013

You’re welcome to pass out at our parties anytime.
Jennifer PooleJanuary 3, 2013

Haha–thanks Mitch! I will no doubt take you up on that offer!

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