Monday, August 21, 2006
Well I would probably just wear my street clothes
She attended a surprise birthday party this weekend, where some of her office was in attendance. One of the agents commented that his wife wasn't at this party because she was going to another party held in one of our community's hoity-toity neighborhoods. It was ....
A White Trash Party.
Ok. Give me a break. Seriously. How rude is that? Those of us who are probably deemed by the upper crust to be white trash (which would be anyone not listed in their income level) are greatly offended by the concept.
What would one wear to a white trash party? Had I known they were throwing this shindig, I would have set up a garage sale across the street, and sold them their party clothes. They could have shopped in my housewares department for the White Elephant gag gifts. And if they wanted to give the hosts' kids presents, they could rid me of our Sit n' Spin that plays all sorts of annoying music... because you know, that is what we white trash folks have in our houses.
What would one do at a white trash party? Do they serve hooch out of a trash bin. Or worse yet, drink Bud Light? I know I have had my share of hooch in a bucket at college parties, and have certainly partaken of a Bud Light or two. Or ten.
The fact that the party was co-hosted by a couple who are not originals to this town (really, there are very few of us left), and co-hosted by an individual who is a real estate agent, makes me sick. I would love to see the looks on the faces of the individuals who list with this agent when they hear that they were being made fun of at this party. Even if I don't know what they did at this party, the fact that they themed this party as White Trash makes me glad that I don't run in their circles.
What are they teaching their kids? I certainly hope that these kids were not present, and didn't hear one word about the preparation of this party.
Next week, I think I might have a Rich Bitch party. But I highly doubt that they would have a garage sale to help me furnish the party supplies. Because that is too White Trash.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
I have figured out why it is raining