5.07.2011

The first year of Susan's marriage she accompanied her husband to what turned out to be a fancy party.
She questioned him about the dress code and he said People are coming from work meaning just wear your work outfit.

So she did.

Susan remembers exactly what she wore sixteen years ago, may she bore you with the description?

She chose a high waisted, khaki green pencil skirt into which she tucked a soft cream colored blouse with a floral pattern woven into the fabric. She doesn't recall the footwear but she looked very nice for work.

Her first inkling that something was wrong came as she & the husband arrived at the party and observed bejeweled women in furs getting out of limousines.

She has never trusted the husband's opinion on such an important social matter since.

Friday night Susan accompanied the husband to a party celebrating the significant birthday of a longtime pal. In the morning Susan dressed for work with the party in mind. She chose something dark and slimming with a dark sweater that cinched at the waist in case she got chilly.

Her first inkling that something was wrong came as she & the husband approached the house, which was on the water and windy as a sonofab*tch, and saw a big tent in the yard.

The party is outside? Susan glared at the husband who was wearing his heavy jacket.

Yes sez he.

It was cold! Everyone was dressed in their arctic gear. Susan was in heels with painted toenails.

Susan analyzed, adapted and overcame.

She positioned herself at the blazing firepit and had a great time. She chatted with old friends, drank red wine, ate and then went home smelling like a campfire.

5 comments:

Frugal Vegan Mom said...

Yes, red wine is a pretty good substitute for appropriate cold weather clothes.

Where the Fur Flies said...

I think Susan should have stolen the husband's jacket.

Mrs. Tuna said...

You should have ripped the jacket from said husbands fingers and told him to man up.

Meg at the Members Lounge said...

Susan must have been the best looking chick around the fire pit!

Dawn in D.C. said...

I was thinking all those things!

Wine works. Always.
And hells yeah, he would have to man up and give me the coat! And then fetch me another glass of wine.