All Dressed Up and Somewhere To Go – 5:00 Fridays

Mac Daddy and I have a black tie party to attend tonight. We’re going out like real grown ups with a social life. We even have two more cocktail parties to attend this week. In case you’re bad at math, that’s three parties in one week that require me to stand up straight and suck in my stomach. I probably have to do something about these frightful nails too. Mac Daddy and I are generally not black tie people. He owns a tux because renting one as an adult just seems sort of…I dunno…help me out here….Wedding Singerish. Renting a tux is like renting bowling shoes except that the itchy fabric touches your whole body and who knows what you might find in the pockets. Mac Daddy’s tux doesn’t get much use, but there was that year he wore it three times in a month because we were so popular companies had fancy parties back in the day.

As for me, I see this as an excuse for a new dress. My go-to LBDs are tired old things that make me feel tireder and older than I am. I am feeling all Fancy Nancy about our party plans and am not going to don a boring old dress. Shopping for a dress isn’t as fun as it sounds. It’s not as bad as shopping for jeans or a bathing suit, but it’s not a fanciful good time, especially on a budget. Most dresses I saw cost more than my monthly student loan payments or they looked like bridesmaid dresses, or worse, prom dresses. I don’t want to look like I wrestled with a Bedazzler and I don’t want to look like a 40-something woman trying to pass as a 30-something glam girl. Let’s just say that I scored a major steal on my outfit. I’ll share pictures and details next week.

I’m trying to ignore the fact that it’s cold and rainy out right now. I’m shushing my inner voice telling me that a strapless dress on a damp night is going to leave me shivering. Shivering is not graceful. I’m not known for my grace and poise anyway. I told you we’re not black tie people. In fact, I am usually in sweat pants or pajamas pants and a sweatshirt by 7:00 every night. The addition of my pink and black striped slipper socks make the whole ensemble oh so hot. I would like to take this opportunity to publicly declare that slipper socks are the greatest thing ever. However, they are the antithesis to black tie so I’ll have to keep mine tucked away until we get home.

Since I am feeling so Fancy Nancy and all, I figured I should be drinking something glamorous and refined for 5:00 Fridays. Naturally this involves champagne.

All Dressed Up and Somewhere to Go

1 ounce Rain Organics Red Grape Hibiscus vodka
Champagne (I’m going with Piper-Heisieck today.)
Frozen red grapes

Get a tall champagne flute. I like to pull out my wedding crystal time to time. Everyday is a gift so don’t leave the fancy stuff just for holidays. Pour in the Red Hibiscus Vodka. Top with champagne. Plop in a frozen grape or two just for kicks.

Cheers to coming home to fuzzy slipper socks and flannel pajamas!