30th Dec 2011 Pyjama Party

I got an invitation this morning to attend a pyjama party tomorrow night at the house of this lady I hardly know. Our 'friendship' has been sort of on and off for about 6 months, and limited so far to only occasional & casual chats when we bumped into each other in coffee shops. She is middle aged, normally the 'prim & proper' type; I was therefore rather surprised she would organised a pajama party for New Year's Eve.

The specification is that all invited guests must arrive in pyjamas, in fact her words were: 'Come exactly as you normally are just before hopping into bed.' Then, she added: 'Any imitators of Marilyn wearing only Channel N0.5 would not be admitted.' finishing her warning with a vigorously wagging finger.

 

I politely declined, with legitimate excuse that I will be going out with some friends for dinner. In Spain, and especially on New Year's Eve, dinner always means the whole night long. Her invitation however intrigues me. Not just because coming from a lady you would never have connected with a pyjama party, more like the type organising a group cook-out in the garden, or a proper dinner jacket and evening dress parties. Just to show you how unpredictable people could be and, appearances do often deceive.

As to her rule of coming to the party exactly as one always are normally, even she must realize that no one, especially ladies, she herself included, would appear just the same as they always do when going to sleep. Pyjamas, yes, but new and flimsy or sexy ones, hair carefully arranged to look casual, face made up to the nine, may even still be wearing false eyelashes, with 'kiss me now' glossy lips, and heavily perfumed. Men might be far more natural, but with certain expectation in mind no doubt, would have taken special care to at least look clean, shaven, and suitably cologned.

 

After plenty of new year drinks, the atmosphere surely warms up. Music is on, dancing is of course the main entertainment. Since everyone is already in pyjamas, bare feet I suppose (Can't wear shoes with pyjamas to attend the party, surely?) and dancing cheek to cheek breaks up the barrier that no one is a stranger any more. I might be quite happy up to that point, but what comes next is what I am not too keen to imagine. 

 

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