I was invited to a friend from work’s new born baby’s dedication party.
Unfamiliar with the concept of a dedication party, my Roman Catholic mind linked it to a christening.
We Indian people take Christenings seriously. They are usually characterized by the hundred or so guest invited, gifts of gold, and open bars. Grand, fabulous affairs. We Catholics we do it big, (ever wonder where your Sunday collections go to? Check out the Vatican’s gold gilded walls.)
Fabulous I thought, this is a perfect venue for my new BCG stilettos and the pretty silk dress I had picked up.
Walking into the party fashionably late, I was soon alarmed. It turn out a dedication party is equivalent to a party in the hood. Capri pants, crops tops and crazy hair is all the rage. Silky dresses and clutch purses, not so much.
It didn’t help that all evening my similarly draped friend kept referring to my outfit as the Oscar ensemble.
Needless to say we were the center of attention all night. Turns out hood boyz luve little Oscar tings.
Just so you know: this is the reason a girl always asks another girl attending an event, “What are you going to wear?”