Martini Bar in Edmond had a wig party Friday night, so T and I went with my parents. My mom was not feeling the whole wig situation, so Thomas and I took it upon ourselves to just go buy them one, without them knowing. When I told my mom to meet us there, she said "I don't have a wig though is that ok?" I told her that was no biggie. When they arrived they 1. Didn't recognize Thomas and I for a while even though she was standing directly in front of my table, which we found quite amusing, and 2. Their wigs were waiting for them at their seats. My mom's wig was called the "Used Car Saleswoman." Hee hee
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