The Decision

You all need to move in with my to be my fashion consultants. Who knew hose were taboo and only for 90 year olds playing bingo and eating Jell-O?  I also ditched the shoes for good. I should have been arrested for even thinking about wearing them. The thing is, I have never had much of a fashion sense. For some people, this is second nature. For me, not so much.

So – most of you chose option #2 for me to wear to the party. That was actually my choice too.  But, when it came down to it I was worried it wasn’t fancy enough. The actual party was at a pretty swanky spot. So, I went with option #1, no hose and cute strappy wedges. You would have been proud.

Of course I froze my ass off all night riding in the short bus, which could only go 45 mph and had no heat. I never rode the short bus in school, so now was my chance. I felt like I was part of the Partridge Family:

The short bus was so not-fancy I could have easily wore a flannel shirt and my corduroys, but once we got to the party, the dress was the right choice. There was some neat writing inside the bus on the ceiling.

I kept looking for “For a good time call, SUAR” but never found it. Look carefully and you can find a phallic symbol I drew. Just kidding, I didn’t draw it but it sounds like something I might do.

Any Christmas parties for you this weekend?

SUAR