It was five years ago. Perhaps almost to the day...I'll have to check. We heard that RHPS was going to be shown at a nearby college campus. It was going to start at the traditional time, so we planned to have a late supper and then go join the masses of costumed Washingtonians. Under my shirt, I was wearing a sparkly boustier for old-time's sake.
We went to an Indian restaurant. The food was good. We ate and talked. At about 10:00PM we left. We got into the car. We sat there. We looked at each other.
"Home?" I asked.
He agreed. We were asleep by the time the first tickets were being taken. All coolness stripped from me. Gone.
One year later, I was 6 months pregnant with Muffin Man.
Five years later, I'm wondering how old MM will be the first time he sees it. And will he be horrified or impressed that I used to be one of the
Will I ever let him see pictures of me with a spiral perm?