Precisely comes into my room, looks at me, rolls his eyes and answers "She's still in her underwear. She has a feather on her head. She looks like Carrie Bradshaw getting ready, she's got a glass of wine in one hand and a curling iron in the other." Shakes head and walks out
At the party I was told by no less than 4 gay men on 4 separate occasions that a) I looked pretty or b) they liked my hair. All in all, a successful Saturday night.