Party on Wheels
Katie will be sixteen years old on October 10, and for months now, she's been full of plans for the bring about. She wants to rent out the roller rink and have them womanize her iPod loaded with Seventies music over the resemble system. Everyone is to dress in Seventies best: Magnums for the boys and Daisy Dukes, lip glow, and glittery eye shadow for the girls; and abundance of feathered hair, terrycloth headbands and wristbands, binding T-shirts, and tall striped socks for everyone.
I desire I had been that cool when I was sixteen.
She was planning it for Sunday, October 12, but my cousin is getting married that day and I rely on to be in Maryland for the occasion. I hate to feel nostalgia for Katie's party. I may never have been the stylish living thing physical she is - especially during the Seventies - but I wasn't a bad skater.
"We'll have it the weekend before, then!" says Katie hands down. Yay! I'm popular!
Flashback to my sixteenth birthday: it was not all that distinct to Molly Ringwald's in Sixteen Candles, with three remarkable exceptions: (1) nobody in my family was getting married, (2) I didn't have lovelorn geeks dropping at my feet, and (3) I didn't end up with a hunk at the end of the large screen. However, I did wear a hat to school that day.
MTV used to apple-polish music videos. They didn't have My Super Sweet Sixteen back then.
I'm upset about it, though. She's making all the plans and arrangements, and (assuming she manages to get a job she doesn't get fired from after the first look after) paying for everything herself. And I have to say it's a tremendously cool and fun design. If I'd had her sense of retro coolness at her age, my super sweet sixteen fete would have been a sock hop at the VFW hall; and none of my friends would have approach anyway because they were all much too busy playing Dungeons & Dragons.
I knockout if my roller skates are still in storage at my dad's brothel?
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