Ok, I have to admit that is a bit of an exaggeration. I seriously doubt any of you were in panic mode over what I was going to wear to tonight's festivities. So, that leaves only me in need of a deep cleansing breath. Now that we have that out of the way, and I feel so much better now thanks for asking, I can tell you that my outfit is picked out. And by picked out I mean that I have narrowed it down to the pants and shoes and narrowed down the selection of tops. Have no fear, I will not bore you with another tale of my "what do I wear woes". But I will say this, it is a genuine part of my life and one that seems to be stuck on replay. Got to get that fixed. I am sure that tomorrow's episode will give you the details on my outfit as well as a play by play of the evening's events.
For those who have no clue what I am going on about I will fill you in. Tonight David and I are going to Splash nightclub in Boston. David's friend/business partner(sometimes the order of those reverses) is a dj and he is spinning the tunes tonight. So we are going. I have not been to a club in Boston in many moons, or to translate that--8 years. Yes, the last time I was in a club in Boston was 8 years ago. We did go to Peter's birthday party last year, but I don't think that counts as a club because it was in a private room off of a restaurant. It was more upscale bar then club. You put together the fact that I haven't been to a club in ages and have no idea what people are wearing these days together with my attire issues and we could have had a meltdown of nuclear proportions. I asked my single 30 something year old cousin or advice and got pretty much what I thought would be her answer. My only problem with that is that my vision of how I should look does not always correlate with how I actually look. So thinking I could rock skinny jeans a tank and heels might look better in my head than on my body.
As I was returning from my run with Jeff this afternoon I had a "thunk on the head" moment. You know, when all of a sudden what you were grappling with just seems to make sense, as if someone thunked you in the head. I realized that if I tried to be someone I am not then I would be uncomfortable. Put feeling uncomfortable in a place that is making me uncomfortable and all I have to say is,"Houston we have a problem". I knew that I had to dress in a way that made me feel good and looked good. A good part of sexiness is confidence. If I am confident in the way I look then I will exude sexiness. And that is what I was going for. See? It just all seemed to make sense. I am not looking to hook up with a random stranger or meet my match in life. I am going with my husband to support his friend. I don't need to look like everyone else in a variation of jeans and tank shirts. I need to look like me. Albeit a more sexy version then you see on a daily basis. A low cut shirt and make up should do that trick. Stay tuned for the next installment where I tell you about my night at Splash. Should be interesting.