Saturday Night Fever

Last Saturday night THIS happened:

I went from housewife to disco diva.

It's not every day I get to rock and afro and platforms (and its a damn shame) but at the Ugly Disco this type of attire isn't just accepted, it's encouraged.  The more outrageous, the better, and all of the proceeds go to charity.  Win-Win.  

God knows I love to dress up.  As a kid, I won the costume contest at the Ringwood Firehouse every Halloween.  The kids on the bus started teasing me saying that it was rigged and that they knew my uncle was the judge.  Neither was true. I just had the best costumes EVER and when this girl has a costume on she gets into CHARACTER.  You put a Southern Belle outfit on my six-year-old self and you better know I'm rocking a southern accent complete with a Scarlett O'Hara "fiddle dee dee" to boot.  When I was dressed up as Nefretiri and you thought I was Cleopatra, I not only corrected you, but also quoted lines from The Ten Commandments with Charlton Heston.  I'm a winner; a dress up winner.  Just ask the kids on bus route HB-2.

At thirty, things aren't much different.  Throughout the course of the evening, I definitely heard myself say (out loud and on instagram) "Step aside Foxy Brown, there's a new 'fro in town."

But honestly, can you blame me?

I mean, check this out:

We're like twins for crying out loud!

All proceeds went to benefit Golisano Children's Hospital, a cause near and dear to my heart.  It was a great night for a great cause and I'm already planning my outfit for next year...

Ugly Disco 2013

Let me leave you with the infinite wisdom of those wise philosophers otherwise known as A Taste of Honey:  

"If you're thinkin' you're too cool to boogie, Boy, oh boy have I got news for you

Everybody here tonight must boogie

Let me tell ya' you are no exception to the rule

Get on up on the floor

Cuz we're gonna boogie oogie oogie til you just can't boogie no more." 

Peace out,

xoxo

Jenny (aka Foxy)