So, Google is the best and worst thing ever. You can seriously Google ANYTHING and get some sort of information. And I'm kind of nervous about this Army Ball, so I've been Googling. I changed my mind, I DO NOT want to go. I'm scared.
First, I'm pretty sure my dress is perfectly appropriate and gorgeous, at least I hope it is. Because I keep reading about how it can't be too revealing or too low cut, because that reflects on your date and will likely make both of you a subject of gossip. I have three divisions of clothing in my closet: sweats, jeans, hoochie mama club clothes. Does any of that sound appropriate? Not so much...and so that means my point of reference on what is 'conservative' to me may not acutally be conservative at all. Let's not even get started on shoes, because that's a whole situation right there.
Second, I guess there's a receiving line where you meet all these military head honchos. I don't like shit like that- AT ALL. I'm shy bordering on sort of anti-social if I don't know anyone, and I'm not going to know anyone but Stewart. And there is a bunch of etiquette and protocol involved that I know nothing about. One blog I read said if I'm unsure about what fork to use or which glass to toast with or whatever, to look to the wife of the senior most officer at our table, and do what she does. Where the hell is Barney from Pretty Woman when I need him?
So, yeah...suffice it to say, I'm mildly flipping out. I can't even drink, because I'll be tipsy 1/2 a margarita in, and while that may help loads with my nerves, it certainly isn't going to lend anything to the etiquette situation.
Anyone wanna talk me down?
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