There was an article in the Sun-Times the next day about the event, and a picture with Cassie and Yo YO Ma. She framed it.The next day was Sunday, and...Maria insisted we go to mass. I was born a Methodist, so I didn't know what to do, but followed along. We had on our new suits, and the girls had on the new dresses. They were just as beautiful, but in a more demure way.We spent the day lazing around, going to a movie. They fought, the boys wanted an action, the girls wanted a romance. They both. Underneath my gown I was wearing a pair of soft, satin, lavenderpantaloons that matched my dress. Every time I needed to pick up myskirts for some reason, my ankles were clearly visible, ringed withthree rings of lace ruffles along with the flat-soled women's slippers Iwas wearing. If wearing a ball gown wasn't girlish enough, if wearing awig and makeup wasn't girlish enough, if wearing long satin gloves thatwent up past my elbows with little buttons at the wrist wasn't girlishenough,. I must have dozed off with her headphones in my ears. The last thing I remembered was listening to “Sultan’s of Swing.” Sleep, finally. # Tegan shook me. I awoke to the most precious smile and “Love is Blindness” by U2. Achtung Baby: best U2 album ever. I can’t play a lick of it on guitar, never tried. I just love to listen to the album from start to finish. The last track was playing. I wanted to start it over. I set it back one track to “Acrobat,” her favorite song on the album. I owe. Not that she was complaining since she needed time to calm her nerves from the excitement. She told herself before she left that she was going to stay cool headed but knew she got a little carried away with what she was wearing. She usually stuck with jeans but tonight she was wearing a white miniskirt with a red buttoned up cardigan and some cute heels to go with them. She even let down her bouncy blonde curls. She wondered how Stace was going to look tonight. But she doubt Stace was going to.