So, Sergio had this "event" we had to go to this evening. He told me it was the Local 933 Christmas Dinner.
Dress up. Catered event. Kiss Kiss, Great Job. Happy Holidays, We love your husband. Haven't seen you in a while, how are you?
Blah Blah Blah!
I struggled a bit as I wanted to look nice, and again, the whole issue with gaining weight I am "challenged" at finding something from my closet. I decided on a nice Black Dress Suit, black stockings, high heels and of course pearls. Oh, and a perfect french twist for my hair, with half a can of hair spray.
...No wait. Something is not right.
As we pulled into the parking lot, I start to panic. Are those people wearing jeans? Is that "Christmas Sweaters & gasp..sweat shirts? What the Sam Hell?
Sergio mixed up events.
This was a CASUAL political thank you. Complete with poll workers, voter escorts, a handful of politicians (all dressed very casual). I never saw so many Christmas sweater & sweatshirts paired with jeans in one place. One strange lady had her dog in a Christmas sweater sitting at my table.
I slipped my pearls into my purse on the way in. Some how Sergio hid his suit under his dress coat and went unnoticed. However, I got several looks. The... "What is she wearing? look. The, Oh, Mrs Gonzalez, don't YOU look pretty all dressed up?
I just smiled, ate my "sub sandwich, chips & cookie, with a plastic cup of wine" (you besties know I can't stand drinking out of plastic!).
Apparently, TOMORROW NIGHT is the Christmas Party, with several of these same people. Wearing the same dress is not an option. I am not a happy camper!
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