Day 76: Remember the Time... I Was In A Sorority

"I'm going where and doing what now?" I ask my colleague with disbelief.

"We're going out," she said. "And wearing headbands. We're the Headband Hotties."

I work one day from home and what I get upon my return the next day is apparently acceptance into a sorority. (Unnecessary note: I have never been in a sorority nor ever had the desire to be in an actual sorority.)

My colleague informed me that during the eight hours I was gone, all the women under the age of 30 who work with me decided that we were going to have a girls' night. The only stipulation was that we each had to wear a headband.

The theory was that a headband is a natural ice-breaker for a guy. It's something a guy can comment on while not having to look anywhere but your head and thus strike up a conversation. While I have a hard time believing any straight guy would notice, much less comment, on a girl's headband, I was more than willing to give it a go.

The evening was supposed to begin at the art museum, followed by drinks. So around 4:45, my cube-mates and I started getting ready for the evening. By "getting ready," I mean I put on my headband and then watched the other two put on fiery red lipstick, heels, and shimmer.

"Well I feel under-dressed," I said, eying their adorable skirts, ruffled shirts, and one who topped off her outfit off with a tiara (which she thought better of soon thereafter, and replaced it with a peacock-feathered headband). Though my own white pants and plain gray sleeveless turtleneck sweater paled in comparison, I did have on my zebra-striped headband to "pull it all together." Or so that's what I thought, anyway.

So the five of us headed to the art museum only to find a security guard standing at the entrance to inform us that they were closed. We told him that our group had been really looking forward to spending the evening at the museum, and then I asked whether he noticed anything noteworthy about our particular group.

"Hey! That's a cool scar!" he said, pointing at a burn on one of my colleague's legs.

"Really? That's what you notice?" I asked him, thus debunking my colleague's theory.

Apparently five women wearing headbands is not as noticeable as, say, if we were all wearing pink, which is apparently the theme of our next outing. I had better practice my bend and snap.