Saturday, April 26, 2008

1950s Style

For the three of you dear readers out there who we don't see every Friday, I'm sure you've read here about Cocktail Hour, which we do every Friday. For an hour (or two, or five) every Friday after work, our families gather over wine, cocktails, juice boxes, rotel dip and frozen pizza. The kids run wild while the adults continue to develop our uncanny abilities to hold intelligent conversations while blocking out the din of our maniac children.

I've always thought of this tradition as kind of a throwback to earlier times, when people developed traditions, and when people slowed down enough to sit around a table and chat for a few hours.

This week, it felt like even more of a throwback-- since Kristy had to chaperone her school's prom, she had on a prom dress (which is really just a cocktail dress for kids who can't legally drink yet). The rest of us dressed up too (well, most of us)-- just like in the 1950s, when you just randomly dressed up whenever you visited someone else's house. Honestly, did you ever see Ward Cleaver or Rob Petrie without a tie? And didn't Lucy Ricardo always have on an awesome cocktail dress?




7 comments:

Sweet Sassy Molassy said...

That picture makes me want to throw myself under a truck. I am never eating again, and meanwhile, all you skinny bitches stand way over there, please.

Stephanie said...

I think being the sexy one trumps being the skinny one, Sassy.

Next Friday, the theme is "Sweatpants."

Melissa said...

Hit on. At Rock N Romp.

That's all I'm sayin.

Sweet Sassy Molassy said...

Matronly hasn't been sexy since the 1950s either.
Seriously, let it be written that no one is allowed to take my picture ever again for any reason ever. Ever!

Beverly said...

all of you look really stylin', especially with that baby in the bottom of the picture!!!

Stacey Greenberg said...

maybe someday there will be proof that i was at a cocktail hour.

Anonymous said...

Wow, that IS a baby in the picture--i was wondering what that strange tumor on A's ankle was all about.