I could walk...but you guys know me better than that. I always hitch a ride.
A few weeks ago, a bunch of The Wives went to a late night movie. Since it was so late, I assumed everybody would dress comfortably, and I wore my pajamas.
....Yeah. Either their PJ's are a whole lot trendier than mine, or I somehow missed the "dress up as cute as possible" memo.
There's something you should know about me. If you have some kind of crazy scheme, and you need a partner in crime? I'm the one to come to.
Just ask The Pirate.
I can't say no to a crazy idea.
So when everybody piled into 2 cars for the ride back, and we started racing, and Amber shouted "Moon them Helena!" you know what I did.
I'm not proud of it.
No, I didn't pull my pants down. But I did stick my butt out the window and dance around a little.
"Oh my gosh!" "Niiiice" "Is that Helena?" I heard from the other car.
"Quick! Roll up the window! Roll up the window!" I cried, diving onto the floor. "I don't want them to know it was me!"
The other girls in my car were dying of laughter.
"But Helena, you're the only one wearing pajama pants!"
...Oh yeah. Huh.
"Tami! Lets switch pants!"
She didn't go for it.
And I? Now have a reputation that I am
Or, rather, the right impression, which I was hoping to reveal gradually, and only after they are familiar with my good points.
It's like college all over again.
I just hope they respect me in the morning.
(If you are curious about my college promiscuity, you can read this post. And for an extremely awkward story about my Dad walking in on me and a guy in bed, you can go here.)