Grown-up for a day...

Aaron and I joined some friends and headed to San Jose for a wedding a couple weeks ago. Leaving the kids with Judy and Giff, we were able to partake in grown-up activities for the night including getting dressed up without the worry that your child will leave a trail of half eaten graham cracker crumbs all over your dress as you are on the way out the door! The groom, Sebastian, works for us as an architect designing all of the houses and buildings for the project. He is from Belgium and his wife is Costa Rican.

This was the dressiest we have been in ages. I don't remember being so excited to wear a dress and fancy shoes in all of my life. I live in shorts, flip flops and tank tops with built in bras so I don't have to wear too many layers... I think I tried my dress on three times the week prior to the wedding. Anyway, my dress was purchased the week after my own wedding, in 2003, luckily the quintessential "little black dress" never goes out of style. I wore it one time, to our good friends Ted and Rachael's wedding and have been holding on to it since. The shoes, ahhhh the shoes, were a stellar purchase for an event I did while at the Redskins and like the dress, have only been worn once... those sparkly wonders were dying to come out of the closet.

Aaron's ensemble on the other hand, was the icing on the cake. His suits, shirts, ties, shoes, everything for a formal occasions, as well as an entire wardrobe plus some, are in totes in my moms shed in Wyoming. Soooo, Aaron got to borrow clothes from his dad! Now Gifford doesn't have many formal occasions to attend and thus doesn't need to update his attire, and Aaron has maxed out the storage capacity of my mom's shed, so Giff has his duds on site. The shoes, a size too big, slipped and slopped around Aaron's feet, giving him a great excuse not to dance as he might fall down (not by the fault of the open bar). His pants, a couple inches too long, hung out and dragged around the bottom of the shoes; the shirt, a bit too big but unnoticed underneath the 1982 Mr. Rogers jacket! He looked like he was playing dress up...in his dad's clothes:) The good news is, he is so darn handsome you didn't even notice, and the fashion police weren't there, so no one was the wiser... he managed to pull it off well:) A great time was had by all and the next day we came home to our little graham cracker loving boys!

Here are some pics of the evening...