Kind of like when I had to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance with my older sister because I was too young. Really painful. I even had a date and it wasn't her. From the recesses of my mind I do recall that it was either don't go to the dance or be grounded for two weeks. (I was late getting home earlier that week.)
And those outfits. You would think we had grown up in a hick town. Oh yeah, we did!! Excrutiating.
But, not as bad as the macrame hanger or those "curtains".
Hope your foot gets better so so we can have a ball while you are here. Not that I am doubting our level of "funitude" while you are here, but I would hate to have you in pain.