Friday night, December 28, 2007
I'm silly with excitement. Christmas is over, but I still have New Year's and days off of work to look forward to. Two of my besties/roomies from college, Tab and Erin, are coming into town for a GNO. I'm single, and quite honestly the happiest I have been in my life.
I went shopping and picked out some fabulous new... tunics. I wasn't quite sure if they were shirts or dresses, so I did a fashion show for Erin & GDSean, who was in town for the holidays. We played a little game called Is it a Dress or a Shirt? and I lost. Repeatedly. All tunics were declared shirts save one mumu.
Tab arrived on the scene and the party got star-ted. Tab, Erin & I like to drink champagne when we get together and usually while we are getting ready to go out. That night I had bought a bottle of champagne for each of us and a sixer of Boulevard Wheat.
I don't really remember eating that night... Maybe we did, maybe we didn't. Might explain a lot. I do know, however, that we polished of the Andre (cheap champagne of choice) and I moved right along to the beer.
By 8:51p.m. I was already drunk-blogging a warning to the KC Metro area.
Getting dressed for a GNO is always quite the affair. We swap clothes and try on at least 4 or 5 outfits before finally settling on the perfect one. This night was no exception. I tried on some dresses, but knew that I wanted to wear one of my new shirts dresses. (Insert warning about drinking and dressing here)
While Erin was adamant that this was, in fact, not a dress. Thankfully, neither Tab or I had left any judgement we had behind, along with the popping of a plastic cork. Tab assured me that the shirt dress was totally fine and that I should do it!
I should probably note here that note only was I wearing a garment of questionable length, but I was also abandoning fashion norms by wearing opaque hose, not tights.
There is a very big difference between hose and tights. I like to refer to tights as sweaters for my legs - usually they are thick and knit. Hose, well, hose are never totally opaque (see above) and don't offer as much coverage. I generally feel like a nice pair of leg sweaters equates an additional 2-3 inches on my hemline.
Tights are half-way to pants.
Hose are not.
After my drunk dressing was complete, the girls and I caught a ride to meet up with GDSean at his friend's house before heading out for the night. Somewhere between my bedroom mirror and walking into the house, I realized I wasn't wearing a dress.
And I certainly wasn't wearing pants.
Being my normal shy self, I walked into the house, headed for the kitchen where the boys were, and yelled, "SEEEEANNN!!! I'M NOT WEARING PANTS!!! WOOOHOOO!!!!"
I didn't know that around the corner, Mr. Perfect was waiting...
To be continued...
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