Today is the day of our school’s annual fundraising dinner. We rent a huge ugly hall, and invite a bunch of people to host tables for a dinner extravaganza. This is our fourth one, and every year we earn a little more money. The funds are used to pay for assemblies and a huge last day of school Field Day with blow-up water toys and games. The fire department comes and hoses down the kids, and it’s fun. That’s basically it, the funds are meant for fun. Special stuff for our kids.
Every year we have a theme. The first one was “Decades.” The teachers came as a future decade. We dressed and decorated as the denizens of The Capitol in The Hunger Games. That was so fun. Lots of makeup and extravagant outfits and hairdos. Our table was covered with desserts, which you’ll understand if you’re familiar with The Hunger Games. I word the only formalish dress I’ve owned as an adult. It’s quite sparkly. (That’s me, ready to go, below.)
The next year the theme was Movies. We chose Alice in Wonderland, and I went as the Queen of Hearts. Wearing the same dress. This time I sewed felt hearts all over it and added some hearts to my headband thing.
Last year the theme was Prom. We chose the subtheme of “Biker Prom.” I wore – you guessed it – The Dress. This time with studded bracelets and a leather jacket. and tattoo sleeves. No one took pics of me last year, so no image.
This year the theme is “Cruise.” Our table theme is “Cruise to Nowhere.” We planned that around the dress – kind of a martini bar theme. But I didn’t want to wear it this year. I made plans to wear a pair of khaki pants and deck shoes and a Hawaiian shirt. I’ve volunteered to be the photographer of the event, and that outfit seemed fitting for a ship’s photographer. Except for the tone in my daughter’s voice when I told her I wasn’t wearing the dress. Her comment, “But we planned the table around The Dress!” That and a slight shift of her eyes was all I needed.
I’m wearing The Dress. And this year someone will take my picture in it. Next year is soon enough to retire it. Maybe.