I’ve been to a couple of really cool parties in the past couple of weeks. First there was Okonomiyaki and Hot Tubbing in El Sobrante (AKA: “The Leftovers”), and then Stuffed Animal Massacre in The Mission, and most recently the Bling Party in SoMa. The Bling Party, hosted by some really creative nutters, yielded some really creative outfits. These images just have to be shared.

First of all, there was cake, baked in the form of gold bars. (The party was in celebration of Whirled’s new currency system. Hooray for game economy! So much more worthy of celebration than the real thing.)

A lot of people came through the party. Did you know aliens love booty-bangin’ and cash money blingin’? You normally wouldn’t expect Sesame Street appearances at a party themed around extravagant materialism, but considering the office, I guess it all works out.

Notice the two pairs of legs on the blue one.

They’re even cute when they’re sleeping!

Pretty much everyone was dressed up, including the antique grandfather clock.

Probably the best costume of the night, though, was Brit Sketch’s handmade money dress. I would like to say I had a very Tim Gunn reaction, and I wanted to say how expert the tailoring and execution was. It was impeccable!

I liken this to how I felt when Leanne made that crazy dress out of Saturn car parts…

Also really liked the headpiece she made to go with it:

And finally, my eyelashes of the evening. Someone described my outfit as “a peacock, childlike empress hybrid.” I couldn’t even put words to what I was wearing, but I think she was spot-on.

I had to ride BART to get into the city, and – wouldn’t you know it – my ticket demagnetized on the very night I was wearing lime green feather lashes and an H&M necklace as a headdress. The station agents asked me, “So are you in a play? Or are you an actual princess?”

When the female agent had finished up writing my temporary ticket, she asked, “So now you’re going to go be the Queen of the Party?” “That’s the idea,” I said. And that is how I became the Queen of BART.

Oh, P.S. Open bar:

We poppin’ champagne like we won the championship game. Ooh, see what I just did there? Quoted Birdman of the Cash Money Millionaires while making an allusion to Whirled’s being a social network based around games. Double entendre! Pour me another one, barkeep.