I was talking with my sister today and remembering those nights as a child when the adults would go out for a night on the town. Sometimes it was just mom and dad and the sitter would come to our house. Sometimes it would be with my aunts and uncles. They would pile us in the car and all the cousins would be at one house with one sitter. But the ritual was always the same...
Mom would float down the stairs he permed hair perfectly placed and sprayed, black nylons slipped into her shamefully neglected pumps, the scent of her perfume, a scent that alerted you to the occasion of the evening and her face, perfectly powdered and lips stained the perfect shade of red. Bracelets, earring and neck charms of gold. Long black coats and pocketbooks too small to really hold anything.
These are the things I remember from when I was young. These are the things that made me anxious to be an adult.
Do you remember those nights as a child. How going out for the night was a production. People don't do that anymore do they? Do you?
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