Rock Star Party
Last week while I was at my parent’s house, I received a text message from my sister.
wanna go to a rock star party on saturday?
In other words, a party where we were supposed to dress up as rock stars. Sounded fun, but I barely had an ample supply of underwear on hand, let alone “rock star garb.”
So what do you do if you are out of town, have limited items in your suitcase and you suddenly get invited to a Rock Star Party?
Raid your parents’ closet, of course!
I have a father who goes to goth clubs and a mother with much better footwear taste than I. The two of them supplied some key components to my outfit. Unfortunately I don’t have a picture of the full assemble, but I do have a pen and a scanner, so here is a drawing:
Sadly, I have to admit that even if I were home with full access to my own closet, my concoction would have been lame. I rode the coattails of coolness… of… my… parents!!!
Mom and dad
How’d you get so rad?
When exactly did you get so hip?