The pasta prom

Pasta.

That's what my group of friends call ourselves. We're pastas. (And also Moosen but that's another story).

Over the summer we had a party that we called 'the pasta prom' it was our version of prom and we were gonna do it up right. (Spolier we did). Our one friend wanted to go to prom but was unable to so we decided to have our own prom. Skip a head a few months later in mid summer and we finally had the pasta prom.


We planned very carefully. Picked out all the food and all the music. We all wore amazing dresses. Including the men ( remember that. It will be important later)

As carfully as we planned we still underestimated how much food we would need, and quickly ran out of soda. My friend (and Kat's man) Jason volunteered to buy more and CVS was just a short walk down the road. So off we all went, dresses and all down the street and to CVS.

We sure were head turners. People slowed down to get a look at us and people form houses were happy to say hello. The two best things tho...the best things...

Was that our grade school principal was also in CVS and remembered us. She happily said hello and we greeted her back and explained the whole fancy dress thing. With our soda bought we headed home. On our way back home a car slowed to almost a stop then did a u turn and stopped. They asked if they could  take our  photo. ( as amused as they were they were still very polite and I thank them for that. Even when they posted it online it was private.)

Later we were just relaxing in the lving room and Jason saw the photo. Turns out one of the guys was a reletive of his.

Well then.

Small world after all.

And that's how I learned if you parade a group of nine teens in fancy dresses down a road people will give you looks. Either happy amused looks or judgmental ones.

I wish the judgmental ones the best of luck in the world. After all it must be hard to get by when you think clothing defines a stranger.