How many times have I posted this week? You all are going to start sending me hate e-mail if I don’t stop soon.
Anyway, I have my 20-year high school class reunion coming up soon and I’m in a quandary.
What to wear???????
I’ve been having this discussion on FaceBook with some high school chums who are completely baffled as to why I have this as my profile picture:
Anyway, one friend has it on good authority that the dress for this occasion is “dressy casual, or what we would have called semi-formal in high school.” Hmm . . . as I recall, semi-formal in high school meant the guys wore suits and ties and the girls wore dresses (as opposed to formal which meant the guys in tuxedos and the girls begging their mothers to take them shopping three states away because, O!M! Gosh! If they were seen in the same dress as somebody else the world would swiftly and undoubtedly come to a bloody, burning end).
Another friend, however, has it on good authority that the dress for this occasion is “business casual.”
Hmm . . . that can mean so many different things to so many different people. Especially from my high school. Dockers and a polo? Blue polyester pants and a freshly pressed gray button down with your name stiched in red on the patch above your breast pocket? Clean overalls? Jeans and a flannel with all of its buttons?
So, being the sensible gal I am, I sent a message through FaceBook to my some of my old high school chums (almost all of whom are male) asking them what they will be wearing.
You know, it’s been a while since I’ve hung out primarily with guys. I mean, once a girl gets married, it really doesn’t matter how many of your best friends are guys, you just kinda stop hanging with them. It’s been even longer, of course, since I hung with these particular guys, so I really wasn’t prepared for the responses. I should have been, but I wasn’t.
One said he is wearing a jock strap and a sailor cap.
Another said something about a red, satin g-string.
Really, I ask, how much support can a satin g-string provide?
The reunion is being held at a restaurant I’ve never been too. I’ve heard it’s nice, but I don’t think it’s that nice.
McH is perfectly willing to wear a suit as long as I am dressed to a similar standard (darn, and I was so looking forward to a frayed denim micro-mini and flip flops), but I don’t want to make him be overdressed compared to everyone else.
He is equally comfortable in khakis and a polo, but what if that makes him underdressed?
I’m not too worried about me, because a skirt and a blouse would do for either, and I can just have spare shoes in the car to dress it up or down if I feel the need.
So what would you do?
Put your husband Ask your husband to wear a suit or just go for the khakis? If it’s the khakis, polo shirt or button down? If it’s the button down, tie or no tie?
Or would you just say, “Screw it. I haven’t seen most of these people for 20 years and likely won’t see them for another 20. I’ll just wear whatever I’m in the mood for that particular day”?
I must know what you would do, otherwise the world will swiftly and undoubtedly come to a bloody, burning end.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt wishes you were going to be there.