Read below, a short Vignette which is typical of my attemtpts to socialize with Adults.
We were invited to attend a lovely party last night. The great and the good of Muscat were attending, and I was super excited to go and put my best foot forward.
The theme for the party was black and white. I agonized all day about what sort of costume to wear. Should I go as a Domino? A Zebra? A bride? Ultimately, I decided to go as a Chef.
I Whipped out my lovely Chef's Jacket with my name embroidered on the front, I found some black pinstriped trousers, a super sexy long black apron with red accents, and put a black sharpie marker in the pocket for the final flourish.
Stone said I looked gorgeous, and truth be told I did look really pretty.
To my great horror and profound embarassment, It wasn't a Costume party. Everyone else was in black or white Ballgowns.