chou chope

black tie frumptional

well, time is running out. yours truly is attending a wedding this weekend. it's black tie optional and the guest list is out of this world. the governor of texas will be in attendance. senator phil gramm will be in attendance. ut football coach mac brown will be in attendance. if i gave a wit for any of them, perhaps i'd be more excited, but as it turns out, i could care less.

i'm too concerned about being the proverbial elephant in the room. no shit, people, i've tried on a hundred dresses. i feel like i'm squeezing into mermaid costumes. it's not pretty. and here it's wednesday, two more days to go and i don't have a clue.

what is black tie optional? the entire web is dedicated to explaining this shit for men. WTF?? men are monkeys, tux or suit, easy enough, so why dedicate 10,000 websites to this? what about us women? egads, i'm in fashion hell where i have permanent parking. why must this be so difficult?

my escort is loving my fashion freak out. he'll gladly prey on any excuse to jump on my last nerve and beg that we skip this grueling event. and honestly, after a LOOOOOONG day of examining my cellulite in floor to ceiling mirrors, all i want to do is haul ass the other way.

but how can i? the groom has been such a sweetheart to me. when he played ut football, he was able to get me a football signed by the entire team for my brother, the biggest longhorn fan in texas, for christmas. when he got a job in the NFL, he sent my boys autographed pennants and posters. and last christmas, when i posted that i couldn't find the $70+ lego starship for true, he found out and sent it in the mail to my office.

and here's the kicker, he's red's son. while besides being a very close family friend, he's a great reminder to me that my kids might turn out all right. he grew up a child of divorce. he learned most of what he knows at the hands of a single working mom. and best of all, he had a disney dad that makes my kids' disney dad look like the run of the mill carnie that he is.

so i'll do something, i don't care what. i need to be there to show him that i'm thankful to be among those he invited to share in the most important day of his life. and i'll try to look beyond my own sequined shell and remember what it's like to be so in love that nothing else mattered, not even your broker doubling as a disco ball.

peace and love and wardrobe bliss to you all.

Posted by shoe at July 19, 2006 05:36 PM | TrackBack