A friend gave me a gift certificate to a costume shop for Christmas, and in early February I made an evening of it. I gleefully purchased a black flapper-style wig (it is the ’20s after all), a couple masquerade masks with sequins and feathers, and some long blue eyelashes, (because you never know, and you need to be prepared). So, it felt timely when the next day, the man I am dating reached out:
I am just getting to know his friends and I am now thinking we are going to either attend or potentially host some fun party. Maybe a Valentine’s masquerade? I like these people already! I smile into my phone.
(then the dots are gone)
And finally…
(And I am thinking he will be impressed I am so prepared.)
And then he texts an image of a white N95 mask.
Right. Coronavirus. I try to maintain my cheerful demeanor. There must be a way to be both positive and practical. Maybe I can wear both masks if it comes to that? Feathers and fancy sequin masquerade mask over my forehead and eyes, and white surgical mask over my nose and mouth. Honestly, I think they will both make me feel better. In different ways.
Because, well, if I’m goin out, I’m goin out with humor and style.
SARCASM WILL SAVE YOU 