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?
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.
I 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.
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You know what, 40 is great. I feel like after I turned 40 that I had more fun dressing up than at any time in my 30’s. I think it’s fun to be 40+ and still looking good so it’s less stress but more fun.
Haha! But at least you know it’s sure to be a good movie! Love SATC!
*sigh* I know what you mean. the muffin top is what kills me.
LOL! so funny modern mom! the movie was good atleast no?
That’s more pressure than I can handle! I probably wouldn’t have gone. Kuddos to you!
I don’t own anything that the sex in the city girls would wear. Hope you had a great time.
Kudos for playing along and it does sound fun but I would do better trying to dress like Winnie the Pooh..
Love the heels.. and I hope you didnt waste 2 more hours watching the movie
I’m surprised you went. What we go through for the vanity side of things.
Ive never even watched it on tv so I would have been clueless!
This is hilarious. Love your blog!
I laughed reading this. I know exactly how you felt. If I go out once in a blue moon, my room becomes a disaster zone as well! I hope the movie was good at least! Can’t wait to read your next post!
Just goes to show that peer pressure does not end after high school.
Now, where are the photos?
LOVE the shoes.
And, seriously. I think it’s all about the confidence to pull off what you’re wearing.
I went with my girlfriends who quickly shut down my idea of dressing like “the girls” – and then we spent the evening laughing at the women who were decked out in head-to-toe pink (not mocking them).
Love the heels! How was the movie?
props for dolling it up and going anyway…many would have been too scared though i imagine those heals boosted your confidence…smiles.