I am Bridget Jones

I am in a preschool PTA. It is more like a mom's club and we have monthly meetings. This month, our last meeting was labeled "Prom." I never liked the idea and the thought of it made me a little queasy. I work the front table and I didn't want to dress up like I was going to a prom. As the "Welcome Chair," I had no choice. I had to be there and I knew I'd have to dress up.

For months, the organizer of the prom showed old prom dresses at the meetings. They were AWFUL. I am no longer the tiny size I was in high school. I am also pregnant. So, I had to buy a dress. I found the perfect peach 70's ball gown from the Goodwill. I wore blue eye shadow and had my mom help me with an updo. I had ringlets cascade down my face and I even made a corsage.

Before I left, I called the organizer and made sure she was dressing up. Yes, she had her dress on and she even went to a salon to have an updo. Cool. I am relieved.

It took every bit of courage I had to walk into the building from my car. I knew I'd be the first one there. So, I set up my table and waited. As each woman arrived, I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw cute dresses. Dresses you could wear to a wedding. Dresses for a night out with the hubby. Dresses that didn't sceam ugly. Then the organizer walked in. I couldn't believe my eyes. She bought her dress from Filene's Basement. NEW! Hair was cute. Not an ugly 70's updo. Shoes were sassy. Make-up modern.

I was duped. I was Bridget Jones. I wanted to die.