Last night, I threw my hair into a mess somewhat reminiscent of an up-do,
I put on my mother's shoes and a marked-down gown from the sales rack,
I pathetically attempted to take a pictures of myself as I was leaving before either of my roommates came home. And wouldn't you know the only photo that came out?
The one I took holding my camera, while standing in front of the sink, with shelves of clean dishes behind me and our small stove and tea kettle in direct view.
It was a beautiful evening, truly, truly, but being as I am definitely not a wealthy benefactor, I was home by 9:30pm rather than at the dinner that followed the performance. I warmed up some eggplant parmesan, and tossed a quick salad to have alongside it. (This photo isn't from last night, but my plate looked similar.) I decided against a glass of wine as I'd already had champagne a few hours earlier. I was in bed by midnight. Today I worked, grocery-shopped, cooked, and cleaned.
My life certainly isn't glamourous, but when I do get lucky with enchanting opportunity such as this one, I like to think it's because I'm doing something right. That, or I just have really cool friends.