Prom.

It's been 9 years, and I can still smell the fresh scent of my wrist corsage and feel the weight of my fantastically oversized pink earrings.  

Prom is on my mind. This Saturday is Aurora West's prom and I am the event coordinator.  I'm kind of a big deal. 

I got the following email yesterday, which really got me thinking about my own choice of prom attire back in 2004. 

  

 I never had to debate the merits of dressing ched (fancy Mexican style) or regular.  But I did get to debate my own fashion risks.  Should I go with the hot pink dress?  Do I want a dress with a shawl/wrap thing?  Is it important to have hearts on the straps of my dress?  Should my earrings touch my shoulders? Thank goodness the answer to all of the above was yes.  Thank goodness. 

Hey there Theo Mooney! Nice shades!

All I have to say is that I had a really great time at my prom, and in my head I was a sexy goddess.  
And maybe only in my head. 

And yes, I will be resurrecting this dress for Prom 2: Chaperone Edition.  

Take Me Out To The [Opening Weekend] Ballgame!

This weekend is the opening weekend for the Colorado Rockies, and last night was Denver Public Schools night.  As a dedicated lover of baseball and public education, I elected to go with my girl friends. 

I knew immediately that I had to make some big decisions.  It was Saturday night.  I wanted to enjoy an adult beverage during the game.  I did not want to purchase a $9 Coors Field margarita - which consists of 90% sugary mix and 10% alcohol. So I knew - I needed to BYOB. 

But how to sneak in my alcohol?  Coors Field takes these things very seriously.  So I asked myself the same thing anyone would in this situation: What would Susan Broyles do?  My mother taught me from a young age that it is possible to sneak your own wine into concerts if you pour it into Tupperware and pretend it's soup. That's when it hit me.  What do they never check when you enter Coors Field?  Your food.

So, I snuck in 5 shooters of Smirnoff vokda in the shape of a Chiptole burrito.  In a Chipotle bag.  Dressed in foil.  The ticket-taker even commented that it was such a smart idea to bring in my own food (which is allowed, BTW).

And yes, I did notice later on that my high school gym teacher was sitting directly behind us (it was DPS night after all) and had watched my whole scam. Part of me worried about getting detention again from him. In the end, I'm sure he just appreciated the amount of effort and skill I still put into my work. 

I might not be an artist or a professional writer, but you can't say that creativity isn't alive and well in my veins.