I attended a super heroes themed birthday party this weekend and yee-ow, was it fun. I was rather impressed by the costumes. The idea was to create your own super hero and super power. Political correctness was not a requirement.
El Camino, super power: landscaping.
Super Sleepy
Super Skottsdale
Who came with a sobriety monitor on her leg. Ah, the humor we find in reality.
Super Keg
Package Man, super power: making me blush like you wouldn’t believe. You can guess what was inside the box. Oy.
One random Eagle Man, super power: securing the pride and dignity of women worldwide.
And the birthday girl, aka the Aerobicizer, super power: crushing things with her abs. Any girl who can rock gold undies in public has my party-respect.
I was the Margarita Maven, fighting the evils of sobriety one frozen drink at a time. My sidekick, the Salty Senor, was a trouper and even grew a rather entertaining mustache for the event. I sewed a small apron, wore a rhinestone MM name badge and handed out recipe cards, while pouring margaritas. Any time I can dress up like a drunk housewife, I’m having a good time. Plus, being a sucker for a good theme, I love that my friends like to be so silly and creative.
Today, my super power is accepting sobriety with both hands and willing it to move in permanently.
~K