Tracing the Days and Nights

I forgot about how I use this blog as a time capsule. And the lack of blogging for the last few weeks might come back to bite me in the ass if I don't go burying nuggets of personal historical info in it and soon.

What's been going on? Well it turns out I own a dress that possesses magical powers. I don't know what it is about it, but every time I wear it, people go out of their way to compliment me. Like, emphatically. It's very...nice.

So when I thought I might run into someone from over the summer, I figured there would be no harm in wearing it. Nope, no harm. None. Not for the entire cocktail reception. Not on the corner outside the bar. Not in his car. And especially not from his office on the 19th floor of a downtown high rise. Overlooking the city. At night.

I'm clearly using my powers for good. It's delicious.


Karen said...

A good friend of mine handed down a red Prada dress that has those same powers.

It is in my will that I shall be buried in it.

Captain Chipmunk said...

So that was you I saw driving home after a long day of studying? What a coincidence.

I have a tie that has those same powers.

Ghetto Photo Girl said...

Everyone SHOULD have an article of clothing like that. If you don't, you're seriously missing out.

Capt, we need to get together for lunch already!

Fayza said...

I need one of those.