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Make It Stop
I have developed the most ridiculous habit. (The people who know me best would probably tell you this is nothing new, but I’m going to pretend it is, and that it’s something to be addressed here on the blog). And I think it’s caused by good TV.
In the evenings my husband and I watch the programs we’ve DVR’d after the kids go to bed. Some of these programs are a little iffy. Maybe they were once great, and they’re still giving it a good go, but something is off. Others seem to just get better and better. And it’s these shows that are causing my latest quirk. I’ll give you an example…
Last night we were watching Glee, and I was, as usual puzzling over the seemingly inexplicable relationship between Rachel and Finn, when he aimed a cute little flirty face in her direction. I immediately turned to my husband and said, “You’ve never crinkled your nose at me.” (Even typing it now it sounds ridiculous.) I gotta hand it to him though, Butters only looked confused for a minute before making an effort to crinkle his nose at me. Naturally he looked ridiculous. And I felt ridiculous.
And this is not the first time. Or the second. Probably not even the third. I need to stop doing this. I need to stop talking during TV time and just chill. Probably not gonna happen. Butters will just have to ride it out. Poor guy.
Getting into Character
I have returned from last night’s make-believe voyage back in time to the 70’s on the Mystery of the Seas (a.k.a. The Love Boat). And what a wild ride it was–every bit as fun and frothy as The Love Boat itself. I solicited your opinions on my costume last week, mentioning that I needed to stay rather conservative. My reason? I was cast as Chaplain Love. And while I didn’t sport an afro, Twiggy eyelashes, or platform shoes, I tried to at least get into the spirit of things, despite being the spirtual guidepost for the group.
Here I am, pre-party:
Points of note:
1. My entire ensemble was procured from my own closet.
2. That colorful star on my forehead was my ‘moral compass’ rose…and the scarf had a nautical theme.
3. The blouse is a slinky gold velour. Hubba, hubba.
3. You can’t really make it out in this photo, but there is a chunky, rhinestone cross hanging around my neck.
4. The jeans are boot-cut, not bell-bottoms, and I’m wearing square toed boots on my feet.
But all in all, it worked.
This was my first time attending one of these parties, and honestly I was a little taken aback. Most of the invitees were really hamming it up–spouting off with loud and empassioned accusations from across the room. A good many were cast as scheming hussies, and it was all I could do to try to ‘keep them on track,’ morally speaking. I had to regularly remind myself that I wasn’t watching a hokey two-act play but actually needed to participate.
At one point I snagged a friend’s blonde wig and flipped it on over my scarf, only to be mesmerized by my transformation into one of Charlie’s Angels. I couldn’t resist posing for photos with fake gun in hand. Pictures were taken, and I can only say I’m surprised that no one has emailed an incriminating photo… You can count on me to post here the minute I get one.
Posted in 70's party on 10/11/2010 03:36 pm | 9 Comments