It’s been a loooong time since I squeezed into a pair of pantyhose and cleaned myself up for a night on the town. I mean a LOOOOONG time. I can’t even quite remember our last date night. As of late our Friday and Saturday nights resemble running to Home Depot to pick up that one little gadget we need to repair that one thing we’ve been dying to check off the to-do list, and installing whatever that little gadget might be. Or, in the case of last Friday night, a trip to the gym where we walked on the treadmill while watching a free movie.
But tonight starts a long string of date nights for the next two weeks. We’re headed out to hear the Grammy award winning Nashville Symphony performing Handel’s Messiah. I think this will be the third time I’ve gone to hear the Messiah, the previous trips were evenings spent as a little kid getting all gussied up in a taffeta Christmas dress, driving into Boston as a family and having dinner at a nice restaurant before going to hear the symphony.
Tonight will take a heck of a lot more work than the Messiahs of my childhood. I bought a pair of maternity pantyhose that are currently glaring at me from across the room. And I have a new version of the pregnant woman’s Little Black Dress that luckily requires less squeezing than is typical. I still haven’t unpacked my jewelry, so I anticipate a frenetic last-minute search through boxes in the basement for a pair of earrings. I also expect to BAWL during the “Hallalujah Chorus” because I am a Hormonal Christmas Mess.
But tonight is just the kick-off. Tomorrow night is Matt’s office holiday party. Then we have a fun New Years bash to attend where I have been enlisted as the designated driver, a position I am more than disgruntled about accepting. To all of these celebrations I intend to wear painfully high heels because the one plus of being the pregnant woman in the crowd is that nobody makes you stand for very long. If I can’t have champagne, at least give me a seat.
So cheers to the holidays and the obligatory holiday parties. Because I need to wear something other than a hoodie at least a few days a year.
