Bring Me My Brown Pants

Napoleon Bonaparte, on the morning of the Battle of Waterloo, was getting dressed and ready for battle. He called to one of his attendents:
"Bring me my red shirt!"
His attendent asked "Why sir? Won't vous stick out too much?"
To which Bonaparte replied "In ze battle I may get struck. I do not want ze men to see me bleed. Zey may panic."
The attendent brought him his read shirt. Napoleon got dressed. Soon he was ready for battle.

He rode off to face his opponent. He came over a hill and saw the English spread before him, over 15,000 troops. Napoleon turned to his opponent and said

"Bring me my brown pants!"


I had an interesting week last week. I needed those brown pants a few times I think. At any rate, it all began last Monday at rehearsal. Benny offered to set me up with a date for the Prom. Of course, I said yes. When I got home, I got IM and a message from Benny telling me that she said yes. Prom was the following Saturday. I had one week. First I had to ask my parents for nearly $100 for the tickets and the tux, then I had to get the dumb suit. I waited in line about ten times for ten hours each at Strictly Formal to get the suit, try on the suit, and replace the 100" waist pants. I'm not that fat. By Thursday, I was already. I had the tux, the tickets and the corsage. I came home late that night, got on IM and I got a message:

my date had to cancel.

I was a little upset, just a bit. It was too late for me to ask anyone else out. I wasn't being shafted, I know that, but it was upsetting. But after spending $100. . .

So I went anyways. I spent most of the night hanging out with Mike, Chuck and Benny. Wade also showed up. He was the former president of my class and he left in October. Danielle took him. We joked and danced. Of course, not having a date doesn't mean that I didn't get to dance with the opposite sex, it just meant that I didn't get to do so very much. A few times. First, I found myself dancing awkwardly with a girl named Megan during some slow song. Then another slow song. Shannon came out of nowhere danced with me for about three beats, laughed and then disappeared. I was startled. But it counts! It counts. There were others, of course. I had fun that night.

Needless to say, it would have still been better if my date hadn't canceled. But no hard feelings.

It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.

J Kuhl Signing Off