Cat in the Hat Party
Over the weekend, Gentleman Caller and I attended a "Cat in the Hat" funny headwear party. GC's band had a show the same night, so we ducked out after their set and arrived at the party about midnight. Because we were going to be late, and going straight from the show, we didn't put much effort into our silly hats/headwear. We wore sweatbands. I have an awesome one with my name on it. My grandmother gave it to me for Christmas many, many years ago. I thought it was hideous at the time, hot pink and chartreuse with my name in purple. It came with a matching wristband, hot pink and lime green, also with my name in purple. But I hung on to it, secretly thinking it awesome in its hideousness. A lot of presents she has given me bombed at the time, but later became totally cool. I recently rediscovered the sweatband combo and started using the headband when I exercise in the privacy of our basement gym. I wore the wristband to the show, tucked under the sleeve of my sweater. As I was dancing around under the black light, waving my arms around as I do, I noticed my sleeve glowing. They glow in the black light! Sweet!
I was a bit wary that our sweatbands would be lame, but there were only two silly hats, which had already been removed, and the rest were normal hats: a Russian-style fur hat, knit skullcap, leopard print fedora, safari-style hat... My sweatband was a hit, because it had my name on it, spelled correctly (and my name isn't one normally found on personalized items, at least not in this country). Someone at the party complimented me on my ability to keep my head fit and in shape, so as to not stretch out the name to illegibility. That's where the basement gym comes in handy, all those head exercises do pay off!
Now I guess I need to find a sweatband with GC's name on it. His was red and blue. It's nice, but pales in comparison with my black light-glowing personalized sweatband.
Dinner last night: Granny's turkey supreme; leftover chipotle bourbon cranberry sauce