The LTR has a colleague who is turning 50 and next Saturday we're going to his birthday party -- which has a fifties theme, as in 1950s. Everyone is supposed to come dressed in costumes from that era.
Somehow, I've been drafted to be a part the LTR's boss' costume plan. She plans on going as a 1950s prom queen. Her husband doesn't want to be her prom king -- so by some strange logic, I've been designated the LTR's boss' prom king.
There's an I Love Lucy plot in here somewhere. The LTR has some 'splanin' to do.
