Table For Two

Last night we had my husband post Christmas, Christmas party at the restaurant he works at down town. The invitation said come dressed in beach wear or a wacky tourist outfit. So Ben gets all suited up in his best Aloha shirt buttoned down to reveal a tacky v-neck underneath, a pair of denim shorts, a big bucket hat, and tops it off with a tourist must have, tube socks pulled up to the knees with a pair of sandals. He was a sight for sore eyes. I decided to go the beach route and put on a one piece bathing suit with some white beach pants rolled up over top, topped with matching flip flops. We are all decked out for our beach party. We begin the party by getting there unfashionably early. Anyway people gradually start trickling in, but no one seems to be sporting the beach attire, or wacky tourist outfits. So we are beginning to look like the losers who are pushing thirty and still think they can hang. We spend most of the evening at out table for two, joking about how old and dated we are. The youngsters there were dancing to songs I did not know, with moves that this body of mine was not capable of. So they begin the all you can eat buffet (right up my ally) and all the "cool kids" sit at this one big table. Ben and I, being not so cool, stick to our table for two. So dinner was great, well the food was anyway, and awhile later we manage to grab a couple seats at the "cool table". Apparently once we sat down, the old people who actually dressed up, it became the uncool table and the "cool kids" started parting like a bad comb over. Ben and I managed to single handedly clear the table of any coolness it once had. So we sat there reminiscing of the days when we were cool, or at least thought we were, and tried to stay awake because it was well past our bedtime. Note to self: You are no longer cool, you can not hang, and do not listen to your husband when he tells you to dress up for a theme party. I think we were the first ones to leave the party and am pretty sure no one missed us when we left. Well except that they no longer had anyone to make fun of. On our way back to the car Ben commented that it was not a total loss. At least I had something to blog about.