Dinner out

I should probably tell you about dinner on Friday night too.  So, I had my nails done on Friday afternoon.  As usual, she asked me if I wanted a clear coat.  As the family is away for the weekend, I figured that this would be a good time to have a little color for a couple of days.  No hiding that!  So, I told her that I'd be daring and try some color.  There is not likely any doubt in her mind about my sissyness.  So, we chose a light pink polish and she applied a clear coat and the pink.  She then asked whether I'd like it sheer, as is, or go with a second coat, showing me the difference with her nails.  I opted for the second coat.  She applied that and a final clear coat and the drying drops.  We then did the haircut.  As I was checking out the receptionist noticed that two nails were messed up...not hard dry yet...probably from reaching into my back pocket for my wallet (maybe a good reason to use the purse more often?  Food for thought.)  In any case, she had my nails repaired and I was on my way.  These trials and tribulations give me a better appreciation for what women put up with for beauty. 

So, I decided to go out for dinner.  I went home to walk the dogs first and to decide on an outfit for dinner.  I settled on the black suit, with pants.  Oh how I'd have liked to wear the skirt and heels but, small steps.  In any case, I wore the white short sleeved knit top and a cami.  I put on my silver necklace too, under the blouse.   The necklace could just be seen at the sides of my neckline.  I chose an Irish pub and drove there, when I realized that I needed ink for the printer.  Oh well, as long as I am in the neighborhood.  So I stopped at Staples for the ink.   Only the lady at the checkout saw me and she did not say anything or otherwise react.  On to the restaurant!  I had to park about 100 yards from the entrance and walk across the green.  I did not run into anyone so, no reactions.  I entered the restaurant and it was mostly empty...early for the dinner crowd.  The hostess seated me but with a little bit of a question in her eyes...now I am out!  There were televisions to watch so I did not have to sit there dwelling on my predicament.  The waitress was very polite and it all went smoothly, as it should, but I know the wait staff was talking about me.  I decided to take it farther and move the necklace outside the blouse.  Now there could be no doubt...no guy wears a crew neck knit with a thin silver necklace sitting on the outside.  So, there it was...right out there on the table.  And I survived.