Over the weekend, we celebrated Kristy’s birthday with a DYNASTY THEMED PARTY. I’m not talking the Tang Dynasty or the House of Tudor (though come to think of it, that would be a super fun party too). I mean the 1980s soap opera with showy clothes, blackmail, burning cabins, and Moldavian wedding massacres. In honor of the infamous pool fight between Alexis and Krystle, we took some hammed up ‘cat fight’ photos. :)
Kristy’s apartment was decked out with gold tablecloths, roses, and plastic champagne flutes (the classiest kind). It was quite extravagant. Here is the birthday girl slapping the bubbly right out of Dave’s hand. Pro-secret: Dean is holding the glass mid-air.
Ian and Jacq face off. Kristy and I are so proud of the Carrington mansion mural we made! It may not rival the Sistine Chapel but for just three short hours it is our crowning achievement. Kristy is a demon with craft paint!
I wrongly assumed our male friends, the ones immune to the allure of Joan Collins, wouldn’t be into this. Surprisingly, they were great and threw down by the lily pond like ‘common mud wrestlers’. Haha, Nate and Eric are too tall for our mural.
Dean versus Gavin. Or England versus Scotland. Something I didn’t know before: People from the United Kingdom pronounce it dinn-es-tee. ‘Yes, of course,’ said Dean. ‘How would you say it? Die-nasty?’ Tomato/tomahto, Mister.
What do you mean you don’t like my pearls?!
Other fabulous things: David’s epic soundtrack for the party (it included Italian scores, Twin Peaks, Breakfast at Tiffany’s… and a slew of classical arrangements), Angela’s fancy church hat, Kristy’s tomato bruschetta, April’s bourbon balls, and the failed stab we took at feathering Nate’s hair.