Despite the torrential downpours, we waded our way to Love (1350 Okie Street) for a not-so-private "private party" sponsored by Verizon and supposedly hosted by LL Cool J.
I really surprised myself this month, by actually going to Love, not once but twice! And I had a good time...although I did find myself sneering in the middle of the night, "Ugh. Love is too commercial."
Still, Love is the perfect backdrop for a reception of any kind and Friday night was no exception. It was the most dark suits I've seen in Love in a while and of course the men proudly paraded their Greek or non-Greek affiliations with tasteful lapel pins (a networker's trick).
A typical night, the reception didn't offer anything spectacular. Big Tigger tried to bring some type of entertainment, with crazy Malcolm Ray dancing like a fake Diddy beside him (that boy hasn't changed since college).
Did I mention I never saw L.L.?! Wack.
I really surprised myself this month, by actually going to Love, not once but twice! And I had a good time...although I did find myself sneering in the middle of the night, "Ugh. Love is too commercial."
Still, Love is the perfect backdrop for a reception of any kind and Friday night was no exception. It was the most dark suits I've seen in Love in a while and of course the men proudly paraded their Greek or non-Greek affiliations with tasteful lapel pins (a networker's trick).
A typical night, the reception didn't offer anything spectacular. Big Tigger tried to bring some type of entertainment, with crazy Malcolm Ray dancing like a fake Diddy beside him (that boy hasn't changed since college).
Did I mention I never saw L.L.?! Wack.
Stay fab ;)
