My three-year-old daughter’s best friend had a birthday party last Saturday. A “princess” party. It was possibly the coolest party a four year old girl could ask for. All the kids were dressed up as princesses (thanks Disney) and even the little boy had a prince outfit.
As it was explained to us (by the parents of the best friend) everyone was dressing up. My wife understood this to include adults. So off to the costume shop we go…
My wife came back empty handed. No luck finding one she liked but she was sure she had something at home that would suffice. I was not about to be put off by the tremendous price tag on the only decent “prince” costume (as in royalty, not the singer) so I looked for alternatives.
Of course, who could doubt my sincerity as the “Prince of Thieves”? That’s right, Robin Hood! I couldn’t help feeling a little silly in this one but what the heck it is for the kids. And all the adults will be dressing up so it will be fun.
We all get ready for the party and the outfit is even gayer than I first thought. Still, I refuse to be ‘that guy’ and be the one curmudgeon without a costume. On the drive over I finally ask my wife, “The adults are supposed to dress up for this, right?” She says, “I think so.” Uh oh.
Ring the doorbell and the dad opens it wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Rats. His eyebrows raise slightly but he played it cool. The mom came downstairs and immediately busts out laughing. She is also not dressed like royalty.
I did the only thing a man can do when he shows up for a party dressed like Robin Hood for no particular reason… I stay that way and try to act cool.
The one consolation was the four year old who said, “Wow, you look really cool!”