We've hired a babysitter for our daughter on a couple of recent occasions. As her usual babysitter was not available, we solicited suggestions from neighbors and found a great high school student nearby who accepted the job.
The first time she babysat, we were dressed in all white, heading to Vienna's Diner en Blanc:
|This reminds me of sorority initiation. Only with fewer animal sacrifices. And spankings.|
Then, a few weeks later, (the second time she was in our home), we were headed to an Oktoberfest party:
|You know what's fun? Running into the wine store dressed like|
this on the way to the party because you forgot to get a hostess
gift earlier in the week.
|...well, unless you count Halloween a few years ago...|
|...or the time we went to a "dress as your favorite celebrity" party...|
(Yes, I went as Judy Garland. No, I'm not a gay man.)
|...or the time we went to see the Legwarmers with the Dilettantes...|
|...or the time our friends had a roaring '20s murder mystery party...|
|...or when we attended a holiday party the month after the Salahis|
famously crashed a state dinner and we determined the Salahis should
also crash their holiday party...
|...or the time our neighbors had a pirate-themed party...|
|...or the time we went to see Richard Cheese at the 9:30 Club...|
Which our friend didn't even think about as he turned the camera toward the interior of the room earlier that day to remove the videotape, which left it facing the bed. A bed that was scattered with assorted pirate costume accessories. And while the electrician didn't say anything about our friend's predilection toward costumery and videotaping in their guest bedroom, he did seem to work extra-fast to get the fan installed and get the hell out of there.
It's always the quiet ones,