The schedule for tonight included a dinner with friends at a never before visited location that turned out to be much farther from civilization than I ever could have predicted. Driving there revealed a rural, RV/house mash-up scattered community in the nether regions of the city that I was previously entirely unaware of, and I won't make any definite statements but there may have been some failed map reading, only quasi-legal last minute, smoking-tire-marks U-turns after nearly passing the turn off for the fourth time, and subsequent backwoods driving of a degree of recklessness rivaling a that of a tractor-armed redneck on a Friday night.
Not wanting to have to change outfits in the middle of the day, I wore a skirt of that just-above-the-knee length that I was convinced could transition into every life situation until I attempted to navigate a butt-sinkingly plush, automatically reclining arm-chair while balancing a perfectly-garliced quinoa topped plate. Several people were unintentionally flashed, and I'm pretty sure that chair will never be completely grain free. Given today's 102 degree high temperature, I just couldn't bring myself to wear anything other than the purposefully oversized t-shirt that arrived in a much-too-large box the other day and that I absolutely swear I washed since I last wrote about it just a hop, skip, and a post ago. Good food, good friends, and an just-a-little-to-large tee-nothing else needed.