So, as you may remember, my oldest son and I play in the community band. Last night was our concert. Last week when asked about the dress code, the director said since it was Christmas we should be festive, wear 'ugly' sweaters, flashing lights, reindeer antlers, whatever we wanted.
So...I came in a red sweatshirt (as that's all I had that was Christmas colors) and DS came in a green shirt. We both wore blue jeans.
Lo and behold EVERYONE ELSE was dressed up like it was Christmas morning at church. FANCY. A few people did wear reindeer or santa hats, and one wore this awful (I think was meant to be awful) all green suit, but most of the people dressed up.
And the director? He was in a freaking TUXEDO.
Can we say MORTIFIED? I apparently completely misunderstood what we were supposed to do. I sit on the end where EVERYONE in the audience can see me (my son is 2nd row middle so less obvious). I made the girl next to me switch with me so I wouldn't be on the end.
I was soooo embarrassed that I refused to even walk around at intermission - I was literally hiding in the back of the room.
And my son? My son apparently does as I SAY and not as I DO. He threw all of my old words over the years back at me - it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks...be proud and act like nothing is wrong and no one else will think so either...and my latest gem that I texted him when he was having a crappy day at school...remember that this moment is only one tiny pixel of the bigger picture of your life (got that from here at CM).
So, he took it all in stride, comforted me, and I acted like an idiot. So...embarrassed and proud at the same time I guess.