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"A group of parents from my son&amp;#039;s charter school are attending a fancy dinner tonight. Aptly titled Big Night Out, it&amp;#039;s a black tie fundraiser where proceeds go to keeping our innovative school running smoothly, despite government budget cuts. When I bought the tickets a few months back, the idea of a grand evening away from the home front seemed divine. Of course I had no idea about my mom&amp;#039;s health issues, nor the bout of blues I would experience last month. Yes, like my boyfriends pre-Rex, life changes quickly. The idea of spending one hundred dollars on a babysitter, as well as figuring out what to wear (and convincing my laid back husband to put on a monkey suit after wearing one all week) did not sound enticing. I instead gave the tickets to another well deserving couple who wouldn&amp;#039;t otherwise have the chance to go. While I don&amp;#039;t regret staying home this evening (no, not even the part where my husband is currently snoring on the couch instead of schtupping me in front of the fire as originally envisioned) I am determined to give myself another opportunity to get dressed up and go out a different evening. Call me a romantic, but there&amp;#039;s something about beautiful music, a handsome man on my arm, and a fabulous dress that does it for me. Maybe I&amp;#039;ll be invited to the Emmy&amp;#039;s or Oscar&amp;#039;s one day. Maybe I&amp;#039;ll go Rex&amp;#039;s Christmas party. Perhaps my son will invite me to attend the You&amp;#039;re the Best Mom EVER Thanks for Not Killing Me And Yeah Your Jokes Really Did Rock Even if Your Meatloaf Did Not Awards that he created in my honor. (It&amp;#039;s a fantasy - just go with it.) I don&amp;#039;t care how the formal event happens, as long as it does. Because with the economy the way it is, and life moving at breakneck speed, how often do we really get a chance to let our best selves shine and simply bask in the elegance of the moment? Because this is a sex column, I will insert here (not that kind of insertion, you pervs) that accompanying my stunning dress will be a matching bra and panty set. It doesn&amp;#039;t have to be La Perla, but it will be a change from the Costco 3-pack with uncoordinated Target jog top. Or, and this is really thinking big, perhaps my gown will be so form fitting - because I will be in such incredible shape - I won&amp;#039;t wear any panties at all. Then I&amp;#039;ll just hope that if someone &amp;quot;rips it&amp;quot; we&amp;#039;re talking about the after effects of too much Diet Coke and not some embarrassing butt exposure to the three piece band. (Talk about um...bare.... assing.) Whether you&amp;#039;re wearing undies or not at this moment, I wish you nothing but a fabulous Friday evening. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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