It was supposed to be a nineties party. I was looking forward to dancing to NSync, rocking my scrunchie and body glitter, and using a beanie baby as a socially acceptable accessory. It didn’t quite turn out how I anticipated.
Andy and I were visiting friends in Detroit for New Year’s Eve. They suggested this party at a local social hall. I didn’t even know social halls were still a thing, and I was picturing the 1950’s dance halls where people are all, “May I have this dance?” and then they sock hop and drink fizzies. Except it was a nineties party, so I amended my view to replace Elvis with Britney and replaced the poodle skirts with polyester windbreakers.
My friends and I got pretty dressed up for this. I had a high pony tail on top of my head, denim like whoa, and a dog beanie baby peeking out of my wallet. Andy wore a windbreaker jacket and a backwards baseball cap. We were ready to party like it was 1999.
WELL. When we walked in, I saw men in tuxedos and realized, “Okay, this is not what I was expecting.” We’d already paid the cover to get in, so it wasn’t like we were going to leave. We couldn’t go, but we looked ridiculous staying. Lots of the guys were super dressed up, and many of the girls were…not wearing much. Honestly. I’ve been in Victoria’s Secret dressing rooms where people had more on. Lest you think I’m simply a girl who’s never been to a real party, let’s please take a moment to remember that I LIVED IN LAS VEGAS. I have seen my fair share of sexy. At one point I saw a girl, turned to my friend, and said, “I literally don’t understand the physics of that top. How are her boobs staying in the fabric?” It was low cut, wide cut, all the cut. I have to believe her boobs made a break for freedom by the end of the night, but if they did then I missed it.
Let’s review: I was wearing “denim like whoa,” a sky high ponytail, and my husband was in a windbreaker and a baseball cap. Our friends were dressed like us. The four of us stuck out like the Fresh Prince when he got to Bel Air. I guess it wasn’t a dress-up party.
Also, there was no dancing. NONE. We stood there awkwardly for a minute before my friend said, “Oh my gosh you guys, I am so sorry…should we leave? We look ridiculous.” The thing is that I am very cheap, so I didn’t want to leave when we’d already paid. I said, “No way! This is cool. We’ll rock these outfits and…um…find something to do.”
The star of the night was Pugsley the beanie baby, who gave us lots of photo ops and took us on an adventure. Now I get to share that adventure with you. Happy New Year, y’all.