Town and Gown

I think that means something about relations between universities and their host cities. In this case, it means I bought a gown for next week's Christmas dinner. I was at the library from 8am-2pm working on a paper. I hit a wall then went shopping for something to wear to the Christmas party before my 4pm class. Seemed like a sensible thing to do.

I went to the Oxfam charity shop and tried on four gowns. All fit perfectly. Each was 8 pounds, or $13. I liked three of them. One was short and involved a gold-sequins bodice and flared skirt; one was a knee-length, lace-on-blush sheath; and one was a long, bright red number. The sheath was the conservative choice, however I went for the red dress because I thought it was lovely. I then called one of the two women in David's office and she said all the guys are wearing Christmas sweaters to the dinner. So I realized I'd made the wrong choice.

When David got home from his company dinner last night (the boss is in town from Ohio), he said yes to the dress. I thought he'd say it was overkill. So it looks like I'll be doing that thing where women overdress at the Christmas party because they want an excuse to dress up. Helen said she will dress up, too, so I foresee a few women in dresses, one guy in a suit (that would be my husband) and 16 guys in goofy sweaters.
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