I jump started from my chaotic dreams at a decent hour this morning, possibly even early. I mean I was in a reasonably alert state before noon. Quite an impressive feat if I must say so myself. With the whole day ahead of me, I realized I could go anywhere and do anything... as long as the anywhere was reachable with a quarter tank of gas, that is. Food, always my main motivating factor, directed me to venture into the city for a dining experience that combined good taste and even better people watching.
I decided to dress for the part. I mean, this is the most exciting adventure I have embarked upon in a while. I threw on a newly purchased dress, applied some make-up, and attempted to do something with my unruly hair. That something ended up being a side braid with my long locks whipped into a bun at the base of my neck. Overall, I decided I looked half way presentable, or at least I would not be confused with the homeless man begging on the corner. I wish I could say that scenario hasn't happened before...
I decided upon a tourist spot to dine. After-all, the bright atmosphere and loaded nachos were impossible to pass up. My waiter, Geraldo if I'm not mistaken, unloaded his case of the Mondays on me, while I stole glances at his shinning, bald head. I couldn't help but wonder, "Did he wax his head to get it that shiny or is that a natural feature of bald men?" It is a hairless conundrum that I have been wondering about for quite some time now.
After over-eating on the cheesy, jalapeno, sour cream goodness, I decided to walk around the open market, promising that it would burn off some calories and that my wallet would stay sealed closed. Unless, of course, there was something positively unique that must be bought.
As I sauntered up and down the cart made aisles, I managed to resist the impulse to purchase every knick knack that I found slightly interesting. As I gazed at a Bob Marley four cd collection, a woman next to me picked up "The Classic Blues" cd set. I glanced over my shoulder at her and of course made awkward eye contact.
"I love your dress!" She stated with genuineness. I couldn't help but smile back and reply with a thanks. Maybe my efforts at getting ready this morning had paid off after all. I felt slightly smug with myself to be honest. Confidence boost?
After a little over an hour of meandering, I set out back to the car, holding my leftovers and two new pairs of sunglasses. Ok... I needed the sunglasses. Who knows the next time I'll be able to find a pair of neon orange sunglasses! It was a now or never situation. I chose now.
A few drops of rain began to pound on my shoulders, as I unlocked the car and hopped in the driver's seat. On the way home, the rain proved to make traffic horrid. As I sat behind an Escalade truck with a broken tail light, waiting for the light to turn green, I fidgeted in aggravation with my dress and grabbed the front inside by my neck. To my surprise, I felt something poke back at me.
That's not suppose to be there, I thought, still not sure what this discovery was. I glanced down only to see that the dress tag was perched between my index and thumb in the front of my dress.
Yes, my dress had been on backwards the entire day.
Yes, that did happen.
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