For the first time in a long time, I’m starting to go out and…do stuff. Stuff for which I get dressed up, and socialize, and need a purse that isn’t my messenger bag. Baby, baby…it’s a wild world.
Last night, I went to prom. Yeah, that’s right. Prom.
My friend Jim helped put together a grown up prom (at a gay bar. Proceeds to benefit the Pittsburgh Literacy council. How cool hipster is that?) My friends Abby and Becky all got dressed together and drank and danced until the wee hours (for serious….we were there until about 2:30 am…I went to bed at the time I have to wake up on work days…IF I’ve hit snooze a couple times) and it was awesome. Okay, so the only two guys who talked to me un-prompted by social grouping situation or prior platonic relationship were, I think gay (one told me how much I liked my dress, the other included his lack of knowledge of ‘hoo-haa’s’ in the conversation and really knew how to dance) but heck, it WAS at a gay bar. What matters is, I got dressed up and went dancing with the girls and we were FABULOUS.
Now I’ve gotta go buy some salad stuff for the dinner party I’m going to tonight.
