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Update: He actually DID decide to go! FML Well, his date didn't get flowers, goddamnit and I completely fucking FORGOT that when you drop off your kid you MUST go into the family's home for pictures in front of the fireplace with 5 other kids. Jessica, the hostess, (I was so afraid there were going to be cheese and crackers put out on a table! I mean, that's what we'd do in Pennsylvania...but, anyway....) Jessica is super nice. Super young. Super pretty. Totally hip. Talks quickly about her job, then moves on to focus, again, on the kids. Oh, what about me?
ReplyDeleteI was standing there in blue stretched out yoga pants and a too fucking tight low-cut t-shirt that had a Seahawks logo on it. Sneakers. I was wearing SNEAKERS people! So ashamed. My hair, oh God - I'd just bleached it and my roots got hot (they turned orange.) I hadn't had time to tone it so I was so rushed! But yet, there I stood in her perfect house, trying to hide by standing next to (behind) my husband for the most part.
Okay, so the good things. His outfit from his "End of the Year" dance still fit him and fit the theme of Homecoming since the vest and tie were purple (one of his school colors.) He had a date. He met up with 6 friends, and he had a blast at that dance.
I told him he should go. ;)