Wore my golf glove out and about Saturday night for the Bar Golf pub crawl. And it really made the outfit - without the glove, I just looked like some super-preppy girl going to the country club. Ha. But while wearing the glove, I got asked if I was a proctologist. Nice one. I should have asked the guy to turn his head and cough.
In the glove, I felt a little like I was headed back to cotillion, a very odd time in 5th grade when the "cool" thing was to get all dressed up and learn the fox trot. Mmm-kay.
I also felt the need to mime a bit in the glove. Who knew a little piece of white fabric could be so awesome. And now it needs to be laundered. Before I sew tiny sequins all over it for my next Michael Jackson Memorial Booze Cruise.
And speaking of MJ, can we please address the awesomeness that is the name Jermajesty(Jermaine Jackson's son)?? Seriously. Wow.
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