This is one of those times when writing your blog posts in advance backfires: tomorrow night, a friend and I were supposed to go to a group dinner and discussion at Sixth and I, a Jewish community center here in DC that puts a fresh and relevant spin on spiritual and cultural programs, but we were notified a few days ago that the event had been cancelled.
I thought about calling to explain that I'd written a whole Frock Fridays post about what I wanted to wear for the evening in the hopes that they'd reschedule it, but that seemed a bit extreme. And then I thought about totally rewriting today's post so you'd get something more topical, but I realized that was unnecessary, too, because it's actually applicable to almost every Jewish event I attend.
See, when I reach into my closet before heading out to mingle with other Jews, my choices are guided by two totally absurd thoughts.
1. I won't know anyone besides my one friend, and I'm already married. Does it really matter what I look like?
2. It's a Jewish event. I have to wear blue. Bonus points if the outfit has white in it, too.
Oy. Oy vey. Oy gevalt! (Or, if we want to get really emphatic, oy vey ist mir.) It's downhill from here, isn't it? It's only a matter of time until I become a Jewish mother...