In our bowling league people dress up for Halloween, Christmas and our end of the year party. Between my total lack of needle-thread craftiness and Mr. D's patent unwillingness to dress up as anyone other than himself, we always fall short of the the rest of the crowd. I blame myself. Because I hate to sew and shop around for costume parts, I end up waiting until the last minute and then what I find is totally lame and dorky looking.
Case in point: last Halloween. One couple showed up looking like they'd been unearthed from a nearby graveyard--totally spooky. (Sure, they have a friend who does air-brush make up for a living, but whatever.) Another couple came as Sonny and Cher--complete with matching hand-sewn bellbottoms and appropriate wigs. I? Wore Mr. T's old Harry Potter costume and said I was Hermione. Mr. D wore a rubber mask with his street clothes. Oh yeah, we suck .
So when I learned that our end of the year party was a TOGA party, I thought we could NOT fail this time around. An old set of king-sized sheets? Check. Wreaths made from plastic greenery from the craft store for our heads? Check. You Tube tutorial on how to tie a toga? Check. We were set. For the first time in the history of bowling league we were not showing up looking pathetic.
Right?
WRONG!
See, when I heard "Toga Party," I figured everyone would show up wearing bedsheets. As usual, I underestimated the time and effort our bowling league puts into dressing up. People bought patterns, silk and satin fabric, trim, faux grapes. People sewed capes and cords, attached baubles and beads. One team showed up color coordinated, looking like they'd stepped right off the set of Cleopatra. Another had theme togas, with all kinds of attention to details. Mr. D and I? Looked like Roman rabble from the foothills. Poor country cousins. Loooo-sers.
At least Jan had a 440 series her last night out.
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