With the big date night looming, I couldn't wait to put on my fancy new JC Penney dress, a pair of Spanx, and the sparkly shoes that normally take up residence next to my Brian Urlacher football in the closet. I even went to Super Cuts and busted out a box of Miss Clairol to finally get rid of my greys.
I looked hot.
After dinner, we decided to head over to a dueling piano bar (Howl at the Moon) where we sang along to a wide variety of songs at the top of our lungs. I was very impressed when my husband was one of a handful of people who actually knew the words to the seemingly obscure Unicorn Song - click link, it's as ridiculously fun as it sounds.
Anyway, the point of this essay is that a gal sometimes needs a night out on the town with great friends and sparkly shoes. Do with that what you will, and please consider something along this vein next time you're at the department store:
|My Singing Shoes|