Every now and again I have the privilege of experiencing ‘firsts’ with MyFace. Today, she needed to get some new clothes for work and I needed to get some pajamas for karaoke, so I invited her to shop with me at the local thrift shop. This is definitely not MyFace’s bailiwick. Sleepless joined us for this exciting excursion and, after finding a lovely lavender footed pajama with caterpillars all over it for me, we started finding outfits for MyFace.
“Ah, look at this lovely sailor dress. I hear sailor collars are all the rage in professional offices nowadays,” I told her. “I don’t think so,” MyFace replied. Sleepless found several other nice items. In particular, a sensible royal blue polyester skirt – perfect for conference calls. We couldn’t believe all of the goodness we were finding.
Once we were dressed in our pajamas, we headed to the karaoke bar. Giddy Up was in full theme with pajamas and stuffed animals. As usual, she was quick to tend to our beverage needs. After thoroughly reviewing the wine selections, Sleepless ordered a glass of white zinfandel. “This sleepover just got fancy,” said Giddy Up. “I’m pulling out the boxed wine!”
On the dance floor, in our super saucy sleepers, Sleepless and I were throwing down some of our signature dance moves. “Try to act sexy,” I told her. “Try to act sexy? What are trying to say?” she asked. I wasn’t implying that she wasn’t sexy, however, our outfits didn’t really lend to the concept. They were more on the ‘never gonna get it’ side, but they photographed well.
As we were talking about who else might show up, Giddy Up told us a lot of people had said they wouldn’t come on a week night because they get “too messed up.” “Oh whatever,” said Sleepless. “I go to work every Tuesday after this Tuesday.” “A whole week later, huh?” MyFace commented.
We were soon joined by LeftEared, That’s Not Chinese, Tree and Jazz Hands. All of whom were in slumber party attire. KJ requested my presence on stage and I got up to find he had selected Tomorrow, from Annie, for me to sing. I couldn’t be happier and neither could LeftEared – she had learned the sign language for this song in grade school and, like the quadratic formula, had been waiting for a chance to use it again. As the intro played I made a request to the audience, “If anyone knows ASL, please come up to the stage, I would love your assistance.” LeftEared grinned from ear-to-ear, ran up to the stage, and started signing.
Both Sleepless and I were getting pretty hot in our long sleeved, long legged pajamas and decided to ditch our tops for the tank tops underneath. Unfortunately, mine was a one-piece, so ditching my top was a bit more difficult. Although I tried to tie the arms around my waist, they wouldn’t stay in place and were gradually falling down. “You’re losing your pajamas,” Tree informed me. “I know,” I replied. “Pretty soon I’m going to end up with my pants around my ankles and my ankles around my pants. Although, I don’t really want that to happen again, I’m trying to have better morals.”
“I find jazz hands make everything better,” said Jazz Hands as he did a one-hand ‘jazz’ while using the other hand to hold his PBR. “I like to jazz hand everywhere.” He then did an under the leg jazz hand, across the knee and behind the ear and then ‘standard’ jazz handed his way back to the bar.