Thanks Deborah, Matter of Fact Mommy, Rose, Jenn, Mommyrella, Vered, Steph and Angela! For those who left their input after the event I attended last night, I’m glad you agreed with everyone else…and Mommyrella…next time, I’m going for the tights and the jewelry! Loved that! Angela: I like the boots, too. But the dress was WAY shorter than I expected after I put on my heels. So the boots seemed vampish. And Britney-like.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Anyway! I took the group advice to heart and ended up with this:
I bet my hunched over posture really brings the whole ensemble home for you. And the legs must blind. It’s just that self tanners streak on me. Every time! Why? Is it my skin molecules? Are they fake tan-resistant? That must be it. Ended up I went stockingless, in all my Norwegian glory. (We’re a white people. I’ve accepted that.)
Other appearance snags: Most days, I only shave my legs to the knee and I forgot about that until I arrived at the event and my thigh hair was illuminated in the evening twilight. In addition, when I came home and took off the jacket, I noticed the plastic hang tag was still on it and a large coffee stain decorated the sleeve. I’d bought this whole thing at a resale shop and didn’t have time to dry clean it first.
I don’t like to think about it.
Other things you might find interesting: We had the event at the jewel of San Diego, the El Cortez (I don’t really think it’s a jewel, but sometimes I can’t escape my copywriting tendencies). Actually, we met beforehand at the Sole Luna Cafe, which if you live in the area, is quite good. I recommend the salad with the pears and blueberries and the other stuff it had in it. Gorgonzola? I don’t know. I was preoccupied with my illuminated thigh hair. And my Maker’s Mark on the rocks. I don’t know why I ordered that. I’m such a wild card.
But as I was saying: The El Cortez — a beautiful hotel built in 1927, which changed hands many times and fell into decay until bought in 1997 and renovated into condos. We toured the facility courtesy of a resident and a doorman who’d worked there since 1961. We saw the beautiful ballroom, the former cotillion hall, the roof, everything! Especially cool was the “hall of pictures” showing the hotel’s transformation through the years. One woman’s dad remembered coming to San Diego as an evacuee from Pearl Harbor in 1942 and seeing the “El Cortez” sign from the San Diego Bay as his boat sailed in (they’d been trailed by a Japanese sub the whole trip…isn’t that cool?). I love that kind of stuff.
Other imprints: Yvonne DeCarlo trivia questions, climbing out the window to get to the roof, freezing my Norwegian legs off in the pool area. You’d think my people would be acclimated to the cold, what with their fishing the Artic waters and all.
Why do I keep talking when I so obviously have nothing more pertinent to say?
It must be a Norwegian thing. We’re white and long-winded. *sigh*