Oh my pants!

I woke up to go tux shopping with my friend Jim today. He's a real hoot. We've been friends since about 4th grade, through church, high school, theatre classes, same dorm in college...Jim just is one of those installations in my life. So I'm in Jim's wedding in August. It's going to be a really extravaganza, a certain party! I'm excited for said wedding, and one of those reasons is because I'm going to be in it! I'm actually standing up on the GROOM'S side of the wedding party though, so when I went tux shopping it was for ME! I had originally thought it would be kind of hot to be a girl in a guys tux, but I did put some thought into how to "girl" it up a bit. My original idea was to wear a corset type get-up underneath the jacket, instead of the shirt, but when I brought that up at Olde Peninsula the other night I got a rather firm "no" on that idea. I asked him just to think about it though, keep it in mind.

That desire went out the window today when I tried on boys tux pants. The jacket is do-able, the shirt actually looked cool I thought, but OH the pants. Here's the deal. I don't have a boy body. I have hips. And a butt, and other curvy parts. I do not have need for extra front room, so here's what I got in that outfit: a saggy crotch, a tight butt and hips, and pleats in the front that stick out a mile. Not cute. Not even remotely cute. Something must be done. I'm in the process of deciding/polling people about what might actually happen during this wedding as far as my pants go. I will wear any top they give me, just PLEASE let me have flattering (or even just not grotesque)pants!

This was just my morning entertainment. I went to lunch with Brad and Jim and then went home to help my mom with Easter preparations. We had dinner, some hamburger soup, which I was WAY too over-eager to eat and burned the CRAP out of my tongue. It will hurt for days. Taste buds are inflamed. Not nice.

After dinner, my mom and I decided to take a walk down to the lake to look at the sunset! I love spendin' time with my mama and my dog Daisy! Oh, and my mom's little minion of ducks!

Michigan State was playing in the March Madness Tourney, which I am completely mad for, so I was excited to go to the bar with Nick and Mary (again). We also had tickets to see Tracy Morgan at a comedy club below the bar, which I don't really feel like talking about, cause it was incredibly awful! Barf. Never again. I wished I stayed upstairs to watch the game, but ah well. I can't stand that people smoke in bars in Michigan. Drives me nuts. I had to put dryer sheets in my coat sleeves tonight to try to get the cigarette smell out before church tomorrow! Gross!

A highlight of the night though, really, was watching Nick and Mary dance around on Nick's street to Sara Bareilles. So funny! I love them, but they were the party animal type tonight! I just couldn't handle it, so I went home to sleep.