Can You Dig It?

I'm thankful it's Friday.

This week I was invited to attend a party out of town by my neighbor friend and her husband. Not just any party -- a 1970s theme party complete with disc jockey and fourteen hundred dollars' worth of catering at some country club. To me, it sounds like the soiree of the century. If I go, I will spend two nights away from home. My first instinct was to bury myself in work and let my waning headache serve as an excuse not to go. After all, social events induce instant hives in me. However, now that my husband and my parents have reminded me it's perfectly acceptable for me to go and that I'm due to have some fun, I'm giving it some thought. It DOES sound like fun. What should I do? Maybe this is a good time for me to demonstrate my comfort zone has expanded like never before.

Okay, okay! I'll go.

Now I have to find something to wear. Something in a nice velour, perhaps.