The strictly non-transferable invite stated that the evening would hold "exuberant luxury, gastronomy, mixology and entertainment". It also stated that the dress code was cocktail.
I donned glamourpuss outfit with giant heels and chic beaded headband, only to be greeted by a fellow guest wearing:
- Black footless tights: Don't get me wrong, I own heaps of them but hey, so not cocktail!
- Jungle print oversized t-shirt: Um. No. Hell no.
- Black masseur sandals: Yes, suspiciously similar to these ones: "Hello! My name's Sven!"
- Black (fake) Chanel bag: Lady, we ain't falling for that when you're wearing that outfit.
The canapes superb (especially when compared to the party pies and sausage rolls served up at another Sydney party last month).
Everyone else looked smokin' hot so why was this woman allowed in when she was clearly mocking the dress code?
Maybe the bouncers were feeling chivalrous.

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