Nothing-To-Wear Blues

I'm going to Grace's bachelorette party tomorrow night and I'm psyched for a chance to hang out with some of my girlfriends from high school. Since leaving Binghamton, my hypoactive social life has been astounding-- besides going to work and on the occasional trip to the grocery store, I've all but become a hermit. So this get-together will hopefully bring me out of my shell and help on the no-contact-with-anyone-except-sick-people-and-cashiers front. I'm also really looking forward to actually going out at night, too-- I haven't been to a bar since Boston with Matt. And to be honest with you, I'm feeling a little bit of withdrawal for that familiar laid back just-having-a-drink-and-playing-some-pool feeling. Not that that's exactly what's going to happen at this party-- most likely we'll be bar-hopping, and it'll probably be anything but laid back, but I'm still really excited. For the occasion, Elena and Megan have bought all kinds of silly sex-related goodies for Grace, and I'm planning on purchasing for her some sexy underwear (not to be worn out to the bars) and some Hawaiian leis and party honkers so that everyone we pass on the streets and in the bars will know that she's the special lady of the evening. It'll be utterly tacky and absolutely amazing!

That being said, I've also been trying to plan what I'll wear to this shindig. I think I'm almost set on a wedding outfit for the following weekend, but for tomorrow, I'm kind of in a hole. At first I thought about a pair of jeans and a cute little top. But then I remembered that I don't own any cute little tops. And when I remembered the jeans I have that aren't falling apart and are ok to be seen in in public, I happened to remember they're a little too tight, thus creating an interesting phenomenon at that itsy bitsy tiny little section of belly that happens to get squeezed out of the jeans and hang around the four or five inches directly above the waistband every time I try to button them. Endearing, yes, but not too attractive. Especially when paired with a cute little top that's likely to be a bit snug and/or revealing (not that I own one, mind you). Oh well... no matter what, if I wear those jeans, my belly fat will be quite apparent for all who happen to look my way, no matter the top I put on. And since I don't even have a top to wear anyway, maybe I should just skip buying a new one and not wear one altogether. I could just go in jeans and a bra. I mean, that way, people would be more likely to look up towards my breastular region rather than down towards my fatular region, right?

Ok, so maybe that's not the best idea in the world. Oh well... maybe I'll just wear a skirt.