So, my neighbor doesn't drive but wants to go to this flamenco shindig at this local dive. She comes from an old flamenco dynasty and some folks are in town, and she wants to see them dance and sing, but also is completely paranoid about the social aspects. Teapot tempestuousness transported back and forth, to and from, the ol' home town in Andalucia, spiced up with The Yoko Ono Contingent Who Did the Vagabond Thing in Sweden And Then Came To The Bay Area. Yada yada. Yes yes. I have no respect. But I've been to Sweden, and there just comes a time when you have to stop embarrassing yourself and go home. It's the moral of Bofu Botswana with euros.
Of course, the tricky part for me is the Bay Area IS home.
ANYWAYS... Long story short, she's asked me to take her. Should I just pull on my boots over my black jeans and stay in my light blue hoodie top? Or should I try to be a little prettier? Put on a blouse? Makeup? God forbid, dangly earrings? Apron or no apron?
Also, first rain! But the rain poncho is prob a bit too hangin' under the freeway...