SFDV

Has it really been ONE year since colleague Gerbie and I resurrected our gowns from our bauls in preparation for a supposedly long gown affair, and where we hid behind the tall plants in the lobby, feeling very self-conscious in our ballgowns as we noticed that majority of the cocktail crowd were squeezed into little black dresses? But I do remember having fun that evening, overdosing on pritchon and champagne, feeling very Kiera-ish in my long gown finery. Well, tonight marked the anniversary of that evening, as magazine T&C celebrated its first year by throwing yet another well planned, lavish affair, complete with big band (yes! think Blue Moon and that era), dancing, DI's, a delectable spread of roastbeef, oysters and other Pen delights...AND of course, the de rigueur cocktail crowd of le cosmo manille - the SFDVs in full force! (Same faces different venue) It was indeed such a welcome respite for this hired hand to get away from the trenches of office routine and sip..or rather gulp down six successive glasses of champagne, and devour the oysters and canapes with my cocktail friends (most of whom quite honestly I don't see during the daytime, but who I greet anyway like long lost relatives, kissing on both cheeks while trying to remember names). It is such a welcome exercise to go through the usual party motions inside the Rigodon ballroom, after all the stress and physical and mental fatigue the past weeks - which by the way accounts for my long long blog absence. And soooo...talking about exercise...I did just that, by dancing with the DI's like there was no tomorrow once the canned music set in.
While tonight was the first anniversary celebration of T&C, tomorrow is the launch of some new magazine,WB, while Friday is the grand grand party of MS magazine. Yes folks, the party scene is upon us, as the -ber months slowly creep in. SFDVs of Manila, unite!

Incidentally, at one point earlier this evening I and my single friend M of MC mag were quietly surveying the glass clinking crowd and made the common observation that no way would parties like this be a potential breeding ground for Mr. Right. In the first place, I said, Mr. Right would probably be at home reading the stock market report or some such boring winding-down-after-a-hard-day activity. And, M added, you wouldn't want your Mr. Right to be the type to attend these activities, would you, as we eyed the dapper, very friendly, oozing with charm and all the right words men-about-town-but-whom- you-better-be-wary-of "N" and "M". They were working the room alright, dressed in their spiffy suits and devious smiles as they oggled the array of cleavages, low backs and slinky dresses parading about. But the SFDV crowd wouldn't be as interesting without them, would it?

Cheers! Clink.

last year's event: http://msfrancisco.blogspot.com/2007/09/pritchon-chic.html