So I'm going to this big awards ceremony this week for work and it's black tie.
Logical deduction would dictate that I must therefore find myself in the possession of something appropriate in the apparel department for such an event.
Though not overly-feminine as a female (have I ever been? uuuuuuuum no), I still seem to display the typically-female trait of not wanting to wear anything currently in existence in my closet. That being said, please keep in mind the fact that my un-femininity has resulted in very slim pickings with regards to said closet. Except for the million bridesmaid dresses I've accumulated. All of which are fancier than I want to wear to this event, especially as one of my group's organizers.
Moving along.
I made myself a smoothie and hopped in my car to head to the mall. A couple of weeks ago I put a special request in at the Christian bookstore for two books, and they're now in, so I decided to take a detour (okay, it wasn't really a detour, it was more like a this-is-completely-out-of-my-way-but-I-want-to-pick-these-up-before-they-get-put-out-on-the-shelves-for-anyone-else-to-buy trip) and stop at the bookstore on my way to the mall. According to their website, the store is open until 9 pm on Mondays; according to the store itself when I pulled into the parking lot at 6:20 pm, it was already closed. So this little detour turned into an I-haven't-driven-down-this-particular-city-street-in-at-least-a-week-so-why-don't-I-do-that trip as I made my way back out of downtown and headed for the mall.
I parked in the mall parking lot (riveting detail, I know - keep your socks on please) and walked into (you guessed it) the mall. First stop - one of the best stores in the universe - aka Jacob. I tried a few things on and left with a new purchase - a nice new sweater that, after I'd decided to buy it, I realized would match one of my skirts and I could therefore wear it to the event if I didn't find anything else. Happy little me.
A few stores later, I realized I'd been walking around with my fly down.
Like I said to my coworker today - I'm a walking fashion statement. Take my word for it.
After walking through the rest of the mall, I popped into the pet store (how can you ever walk past a pet store), stroked a sleeping kitty's head, stared at the geckos and some really weird fish and listened in amusement to the African Grey wolf-whistling to the few stragglers straggling through the mall. Or maybe I'm wrong and he was wolf-whistling to himself. Or me. After all. Fashion Icon Herself - Right There In The Flesh. Who wouldn't whistle?
I left the mall with my mind still lingering on the dress I fell in love with at one of the stores. Good thing I didn't try it on - if it had fit, I would be $200 poorer (even though I balk at the idea of paying $200 for a dress); if it didn't fit, you'd have a moper on your hands. Well. If you were here, in general proximity to me, you would have a moper on your hands. At any rate, you would have evidence of my occasional moments of yes-I-am-a-girl seizures.
And that, ladies and gentlemen - or lady and gentleman - or lady or gentleman - was my Monday evening. How was yours?
Well, it was a beautiful day for most of the 11-hour drive - except for this portion near (you guessed it) Revelstoke.
North of Kamloops - far beyond the mountains now, heading north towards the Cariboo.
