The Daily Procrastinator

I’m a writer.  I work from home.  Therefore, on those unique opportunities to get out into the world and see people, I get a little bit excited.  Yesterday was one of those days.

There was the monthly IABC social networking mixer at a bar in San Francisco.  I was dressed in my “Woohoo! I’m going out!” skirt, and very excited about it at that.

And then I got to the city and realized all the ways that this was a bad idea.

1. Anyone remember Marilyn Monroe’s iconic upskirt in The Seven-Year Itch?  Submitted for your consideration: that burst of air that precedes a subway train as it emerges from the tunnel into the open expanse of the station combined with one rather flowing, swishy skirt.  Result: the commute crowd saw more of TallGirl than I’d like to admit.

I looked considerably less pleased than Marilyn.

2. The bar that hosts the aforementioned networking event has low tables scattered about among the seating areas.  Each table contains one votive candle, for atmosphere.  As we stood in this crowded bar area, we all stood perilously close to the votives.  I was evidently seconds away from becoming a human torch when the organization’s president came running over to push me out of the way.  I’m now destined for jokes about being the hottest member of the group.

And so, kids, I have learned a valuable lesson: stick with my beloved jeans and all will be fine.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a skirt to retire to the back of my closet.