Party Like It's 1996!
My 10 year high school reunion is next weekend. The Princess and I have opted to go sans male escorts for the opportunity to tag along with the Queen of Suburbia/Krazy Mommy and her husband.
Like a harem. Because a night with my oldest childhood friends is nothing if not a Boobies on Parade event.
I've been excited about this for a really long time. I'm in that -.0007% that actually enjoyed high school. It was so easy! My parents let me get away with all sorts of shit because I brought home the grades. And they had no idea that some of my closest friends were notorious drug addicts since they were so polite when they came over to the house.
Man, those were some good times. And through the magic of Myspace, I've been reliving them for the better part of the last week.
I just want to get dressed up and party! And catch up with everyone I haven't seen since June 1996. Back before I dropped out of the Ivy League, before I lost my kick-ass job, before I wrote a blog all about myself.
I had been putting off buying a dress for the occasion, when I decided to give my existing wardrobe the once over. And there was the perfect burgundy cocktail dress that I had completely forgotten I own. Score! I love shopping in my own closet.
Now I just have to decide which pair of strappy 3-inch stilettos I'm pairing with it.
Oh, my life. So hard!
13 comments:
yay!!!!!!! I am so excited too! now if I can just get this f'n babysitter thing taken care of...do you think it's ok to just leave Max with the kids?????
ex, make sure you tell everyone that your uncle invented post-it notes.
KM: Will Max eat the babies? If not, then you're okay.
JY: What my uncle invented were stories about the CIA trying to kill him.
I think you should wear the socks as well.
oooh, maybe we should do a BoP, at the reunion dressed as a pirate, a ninja, and a robot, and Tim can go as a Male Escort!
Dr. S: that is so klassy! With a K! But unfortunately, the dress is ankle length (it's a little more formal than a real cocktail dress) so they wouldn't even show. Maybe at the 20th.
KM: Brilliant idea! And totally solves your wardrobe conundrum. So are you the ninja or the robot?
Cut the bottom of it. Those socks deserve an outing (did you buy them yet?)
Argh, spelling mistake a-go-go. I meant to type: Cut the bottom off it.
How short should I go? Do you think showing off a little of the tush action is a bit whorish for the 10 year?
Possibly, but it would be totally fine for the 20 year.
When my boobs are hanging to my knees and my ass to my ankles?
Awesome.
Totally awesome.
Julie's reunion is in a couple months here, too. She's dragging me along, but she can't make me go to mine.... I'm waay outside of that less than a percent.
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