I’ve been distracted and missing in writing action because last weekend, instead of launching at each others’ throats over 10 p.m. conference calls, four girlfriends and I threw ourselves a combined 25th birthday party. We charged our friends/guests $5 each, but in comparison to making them pay for our birthday dinners every other week for three months straight, we actually saved them some dough.

So anyway, the party was a hit. My earrings didn’t arrive on time, but the police came thrice. The coat rack straight up broke, but my dress stayed intact. One birthday girl got “sick.” And we don’t know what the damages are yet.

LONG LIVE THE PLATINUM PARTY!

Here is our banner, designed by yours truly.

Here we are pre-maximum capacity.

Here is my face, courtesy of Roomie.

Here is me in my hand-sewn dress with a lime in my mouth. Note the lack of actual "sleeves." Photo by Mindy Knows.

Here is my love. Photo by Mindy Knows.

Surprisingly, theMaykazine Platinum Party Best Dressed Awards go to two gentlemen:

BEST SHIRT - It "danced" to the music!

BEST SHOES - The paint didn't dry, so they're covered with tape.