I'll Have a Good Time when I get There. Right?
I’m “freaking out” because tonight my husband and I are going to a charity ball. “Freaking out” for me is a completely internal concept – at least I hope it is. If I looked like I felt today, the sales woman at Dillards would have probably had me arrested. If I had done my fine and cathartic imitation of the Edvard Munch’s, The Scream, followed by curling up behind the counter in the nice little cubby under the register, at the very least the mall cop would have had to urge me out of my secret space with a soft pretzel or something.
My go-to black dress doesn’t fit as well as it did last time I wore it. This is not welcome news on many levels, because here on the day of, I have no other choice. Of biggest concern is that I may just pop out of it, at just the wrong time – perhaps in front of people, or not until I get home and have had to endure the event in it’s torcherous entirety. Also, as an asthmatic, I’m fully aware breathing is important. Breathing is good – and necessary! I’d like going much better if I knew I wouldn’t have to hold my breath for three straight hours. And, of course, the best part: Food. Good food that I don’t have to make or clean up after. Yes, I’ll risk blowing the zipper with that one.
At Dillards I ended up buying two pairs of shoes and 10 necklaces. I know, I’m still conflicted. Here is a photo of the shoes. I could have really used her help, but Lily the Labradoodle didn’t want anything to do with helping me decide which pair to keep. Do you have an opinion?
Both? Okay, I’ll keep both. (Just kidding, gregarious husband!)
I anticipate the usual: men in monkey suits and more than a few of their wives showing off a little too much plastic surgery. Throw in loud music and an open bar and we’ve got ourselves a frat party, another event genre for which I never much cared. At least in college a proportionately larger number of the women were as flat chested as I am. I didn’t walk around feeling like the third, lesser understood sex.
Just in case you haven’t guessed, I would happily skip this “not to be missed event of the year.” Skip, absolutely. Miss, not one bit.
I’ll have no problem convincing myself that everyone in the entire room is thrilled to be there. Unless I count my friend. Yes, I have a real live friend, who lives right across the street. Can you believe it? Of course, I’ll count her. I count her times a million. Her husband is dragging her to the ball too. We can hang together while our extroverted husbands participate in that foreign ritual called, “working the room.” She and I can exchange knowing looks and have a fabulous post mortem on it over coffee sometime next week.
The modern adage that people always say to introverted partygoers, “Oh, you’ll have a good time when you get there,” is more apt to apply to my friend. I’ll think of a several reasons why this is indisputable and get back to you.
And if it turns out that I have a good time, or even an okay one, I promise I’ll admit it.
That dog is adoraboodle!
I like the shoes on the left of the picture – More staying power in future fashion years, if that makes sense – They are both gorgeous ‘though – You have great taste, and who doesn’t need 10 new necklaces?
As for outings, I know – We force ourselves to do it, but all that mingling and small talk can be very painful…particularly if you are concerned about causing a diplomatic incident by falling out of a dress – Still, it’ll give you an excuse to leave early, but it’d be such a shame not to show off those shoes! Hope you enjoy it.
The shoes, I get. But 10 necklaces? That’s some bling.
Both shoes are fabulous. Go with the best for dancing!
I like the ones on the right (because I’m contrary. No, because they’re really cute.)
I hate when people tell me I’ll enjoy a party. I rarely do, even when I really try. I would so be standing with you, trying to figure out who’s had plastic surgery, and who left with the wrong “spouse”.
I’m looking forward to the recap!
Start drinking early and often. Hey, it’s in the name of charity, right?
I like both. Best? the pair on the right (with the band across the front) .. but if it were me I would go with comfort.
I’m feeling you, girl.
I’d go with the shoes on the right.
You have some good taste in shoes and doggies! I’m sorry you’re so nervous about the event but now you’ve got me so anxious to read up on how it all went in your next post!!!
I hope you have fun in those rockin’ and stylish kicks!
Whichever shoes you choose, get them away from the puppy! Remember the llama…..
Did you have fun? Which shoe did you pick?
Pink shoes! I love the pair on the left – but go for comfort since you have choices here. Having your friend there should make for a fun evening. Enjoy!
thanks, everyone. I did have fun. Love the red shoes, hate to return the pink ones, but all is good