Sometimes you have a co-worker who sews. And sometimes she makes three matching dresses for her and her two BFFs to go to a Lady Gaga concert. And said co-worker works super hard on them and has been looking forward to this show for weeks.
Sometimes one of her friends calls, the day of the show, and tells your adorably sweet co-worker she doesn't want to wear her dress. Because she doesn't want everyone staring at her. And would prefer to wear black. Then, sometimes, this makes your co-worker super sad.
The only logical thing to do in a situation such as this, is volunteer to wear the dress. That you have not seen. Because it makes your friend happy. And because you're not scared to have a stadium full of people stare at you for being 31 and wearing matching dresses.
That's what happened last week.
I agreed to wear my friend's handmade dress to the show. She had to do some reconnaissance work to find a fourth ticket, but unlike some people, I have a sense of adventure and was totally up for wearing whatever it was she made.
Here's how I looked.
Yah. I was supposed to wear the shorter one. But as my butt is barely covered in this one, it wasn't really an option. My friend called it a "dress" but I think the proper term is "shirt."
People stopped to take our photo, some creepy guy followed us with a video camera, and one guy thought we were a promotional team giving out free stuff. We were a big hit.
Aren't we adorable? I clearly didn't learn the sexy pose the other girls learned. My pose repertoire is very small. I've got stupid-looking and halfway-decent looking. I'll let you guess which one I used here.