Always Alert

So the teen has the Homecoming Dance next Saturday.  It turns out that there is already a tradition for the restaurant, so no thinking required there. (Girlfriend explained that she'd been there for the last three years.  I helpfully added, "...with her LAST three boyfriends..." but Andy was not discomfited with that idea.)

We still haven't dealt with what he's wearing, and I keep pestering to find out the details of her dress so we can order a corsage.  Something really unusual, I think.  She's a sophisticated girl.  With fire engine red hair.  Job one, though, is just finding out if she'll want a wrist corsage or one for her gown.  Since Andy was a little unclear on what corsages were at all, I've had to persist.

Oh!  Not to worry!  He did a little detective work:

"Yea she doesn't have a dress yet, but I was right there when she and this other girl started talking about their dresses and the girl goes, "So do you have a bra?" and (E) goes, "Oh yes, it's strapless and everything.  And I thought, 'That's all I need to know," and I got out of there."