How to Survive Life in the Suburbs

Peer Pressure at 39?

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A night out with “the girls”.  Sounds fabulous enough. 

Dinner followed by a movie. Am I interested?  Yep.  Just my speed.

I accept and am suddenly inundated with dozens of e-mails. 

No, not joking.  DOZENS. 

The dinner morphs into drinks on a patio.  Umm Okay. I don’t exactly drink that much anymore, but I can deal.

The movie has been switched from 9ish to 10:10pm.  Good grief, this is sounding late to me.  Whatever.  I’ll coffee up.

Then this wee note lands in my inbox:

“Girls, we are going to see Sex In The City 2.  Dress like your fave character. Don’t disappoint, play along, let’s all have fun with this.”

Shit.

An early movie in my comfy jeans with a bunch of good friends has turned into….

Pressure.

What in the hell am I going to wear?  Do you know how these girls dress?

SATCbigdropnewyork                         sex-and-the-city1

I borrowed these pictures from bigdropnyc, wish they had clothes I could borrow. 

As much as I like to pretend I don’t care what everyone else thinks…

I look fat in those black pants.

I don’t think I can sit for three hours in that white skirt.

I’ll freeze my behind off in that cutesy tank tank top, besides I always wear it with jeans.  Girls from Sex in the City don’t wear jeans!

I’ve gone to my “go to” sweater…one two many times.  Plus. it’s a SWEATER. 

Good grief…is that a?.…yep….  it’s a freakin muffin top. I’m throwing those capris out.  Gross.

Sundress with leggings.  Oh for the love of Pete.  I am not 18, I can’t pull this look off. 

Sigh.  It now looks like a mini tornado tore threw my closet, threw up in both the bathroom and the bedroom, and tripped over itself on it’s way down to the laundry room.  Only thing Sex in the City worthy I have.  Killer Heels.   

ShoesI have spent two hours obsessing about what I am going to wear to a movie?  Is this vanity insanity or peer pressure at 39?  Either way I am on my way to a Hot Mama Meltdown. 

I finally throw on skinny jeans, a low cut top, accessorize the crap out of it, and lip stick up.  Last step, throw on those killer heels.  I shake my head at myself, and the two hours of my life I just lost and will never get back.

Ridiculous.

Here is hoping when I hit 40 I can finally give up the vanity insanity.  Forget about peer pressure, and embrace my inner… I don’t give a crap what anybody thinks, this is who I am and I will wear what I want to  Diva!!  Snap.

Mwah!

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    • Comments

    4. Oh Good Lord, that is just crazy. Now that you saw the movie was it worth it?
      How was the movie? I am hearing a lot about dressing up for it. Come on ladies….Carrie Bradshaw isn’t really there in the audience looking at you!!

    5. Oh my goodness! What a trooper you are! I think I have too much of that “I don’t give a crap…” stuff, and not enough of what you have. Maybe we need to do a little trade off? I would have been all, “You lost me at 10:10…Sorry. I forgot I have to bathe the dog that night.” Or, “Oh, sorry, I wish I could, but I don’t want to….”

    6. GIrl!!! Those heels are kickin for sure.

      It is funny how I dress to impress more when I’m out with girls–I don’t want to be the frumpy one, the one that is lost in Momdom–

      yet, they don’t really care.

      Sounds like you rocked it though!