Mistletoe Is So 1999

"Its that time of year again. Christmas? Hells no... Time to rock that wolf gear that you know looks hot!"

This past Saturday was officially holiday party night. If you weren't at a company Christmas party (yours or someone else's), you might have been celebrating a birthday (Ariadna's?). Or at a housewarming, or who knows what, there seemed to be every kind of party happening on the 17th. I was at the wolf party.

A wolf party, you ask? Apparently, as the story goes, someone stumbled onto the website everythingwolf.com and an idea was borne, or something to that effect; I'm sure there are more interesting details to the story, but I unfortunately didn't press for details. The party manifesto was that everyone had to sport some wolf, as in one of those eighties sweatshirts or tees, where the wolves posed in all their proud canine glory against a snowy backdrop or were shadowed by their aboriginal wolf spirit brother as they howl at the full moon.

Against the wall of the loft space, which was host to the party, a BBC documentary about wolves was projected. And of course Wolf Parade was played a plenty, as well I believe Duran Duran's 'Hungry Like the Wolf' had some airtime. Standing amongst a crowd of revelers donning wolf sweatshirts, tees, ties, jackets, belt buckles, and even a homemade necklace (the pendant was a laminate photo of a wolf cut from a magazine) I was reminded how much fun theme parties can be (someone even arrived with a red cape, toting a basket and tempting the wolves to intercept her trip to grandmas house). Rather than having to stand idly, drinking too much beer, while trying to come up with witty conversation starters that make you seem smart instead of smarmy, there is a built in commonality factor that eases interaction. They don't have to be cheesy Mexican (margarita and pinata) fiestas either (I went to one of those about two months ago and watching the inebriated, blindfolded birthday boy trying to connect his bat with a paper mache chicken, which was hanging perilously from the ceiling, was more frightening than fun).

So, BR readers, I would like to encourage more theme parties (no togas or sombreros though), because the whole holly and mistletoe jingle bells thing is wearing a little thin, don't you think?

Don't worry about postage, you can just email me the invite. Thanks.

The opening quote was from the official invite to the party.