If you are at a bar, and call your girlfriend slash my best friend slash my roommate starting August 15th, inviting us out because you foolishly are out of money until the bank transfers funds at 12:01am and you've started a tab for until then, it's a good idea to mention that the bar is having a white party. Well, not a real white party, but you know what I'm getting at. You can't even feign ignorance, since there is a big sign above the wall saying "White Party, Monday Night: Dress in all white and get 50% drinks" and white balloons are covering the ceiling, and all the bartenders are wearing white wigs, and they're only serving light colored drinks (aka no Coke as a mixer).
You might have been wearing a light grey polo shirt so you kinda fit in, but she was wearing a black tank top and I was wearing a dark blue button up shirt, and we were like the black holes of the party, the only ones not head to toe in white. And both of us have pure white ensembles at home, so that we might have blended well with the crowd and not stuck out like George Bush at a Mensa meeting, and we could have gotten our alcohol for cheap.
Sure, you may have paid for the drinks (and thanks for that again) but it's the principle of the thing.
