This weekend, Ryan got an invite to a “dress to impress” party, which further cemented my interests in such parties. Maybe they are a new thing, or maybe I’m only just now becoming old enough (or more probable, “cool enough”) to know about their existence. What exactly is a dress to impress party? If I want to impress the nerds, do I dress up as a calculator?

But somehow, I think that’s not exactly the point of dressing to impress. Ryan was lost when he read “dress to impress” and said something along the lines of “what exactly is THAT supposed to mean?” I, on the other hand, immediately got very excited as I saw yet another opportunity to get dolled up and go out. Maybe it’s a girl thing, maybe it’s because my friend Gretchen introduced me to it on her blog (forget the exact entry), maybe I just have spider-senses for dolling-up parties, but I knew what “dress to impress” meant as soon as I read the invite.

Anyway, so it’s cool that Ryan got an invite to dress to impress, but not cool because he can’t go (which means I can’t go) because we have to get up early the next morning to go hit up some slopes. So much for all the excitement.