MY super sweet sixteen

I got sucked into one of eMpTyV's horrible show marathons on Saturday. That shameful gem known as My Super Sweet Sixteen. It was a devoted to the top 10 most expensive parties. My husband and I sat with our mouths wide open, not wanting to watch but unable to look away. These snotty little girls who throw tantrums on their parents when their stretch birthday hummer did not have pink washer fluid as a standard feature. These little white girls who have these gangsta rappers to perform. So, we started discussing who we would have at our SSS party. I would have had Weird Al. This would eliminate the guilt of having to limit my guest list...all the jocks and cheerleaders would probably not have wanted to come. All my friends, the musician people, would have been really excited. We would party in the Civic Auditorium, decorated with posters of accordion masters, dine on My Bologna sandwiches and dance to White and Nerdy music. My party favors would be Al's video anthology, plus the box set of his Al TV series, as well as UHF. I would still probably be driving our family AMC Eagle or the minivan...no hummer for me. But, when my friends left the party, they would still respect me and want to be my friend. I'd also still have my dignityand would have had the COOLEST ENTERTAINIER EVER!!!!