Breakfast Out
Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 2:41 am
I was in Denver on business the last two days and had a chance to dress that I don't often have any more. Spent the evening at the hotel and actually went outside a couple of times. However, this morning I took a giant step.
I went to breakfast dressed. My first time ever for something this bold. I wore boot cut jeans, with about 3-inch heel boots (of course), a camisole with a blouse, my dark wig, full makeup, and French-tip nails. I walked a couple of blocks to a nearby Denny's. Had to cross a major street during rush hour.
I was nervous as all get out at first. My heart was beating about a thousand beats a minute at first. Straight out, I ran into another woman in the elevator. We exchanged hellos. Then through the hotel lobby; more people; a few more hellos. Then outside and down the street. More people; a few more hellos. Across the street with nothing between me and the rush hour hordes except some clear mountain air.
I finally reached Denny's. Past a couple of smokers at the entrance. Safe inside, or so I thought. Greeted by the hostess and seated. The waitress came and took my order then delivered the food and the check. Up again, paid the cashier, then back down the street to the hotel and the safety of my room.
I was treated courteously by all that I spoke with. I don't know whether or not I was made by any of the people with whom I came in close contact. If I was, there was no overt reaction that I noticed; no raised eyebrows, no snide comments, no pointing and snickering.
By the time I reached Denny's my heart had slowed down and I began to enjoy my little outing. At least most of me enjoyed the outing. I'm afraid I'll have to give up any heels over about 2 inches. By the time I finished this little trip, I was limping severely. While I love the heels, my ankles don't.
Any way, except for the ankles and the early fear, things went very well. If I get the chance to get out in public again, I will. However, I'll have to wear flats or very short heels, so as to enjoy it more.
Love,
Alana
I went to breakfast dressed. My first time ever for something this bold. I wore boot cut jeans, with about 3-inch heel boots (of course), a camisole with a blouse, my dark wig, full makeup, and French-tip nails. I walked a couple of blocks to a nearby Denny's. Had to cross a major street during rush hour.
I was nervous as all get out at first. My heart was beating about a thousand beats a minute at first. Straight out, I ran into another woman in the elevator. We exchanged hellos. Then through the hotel lobby; more people; a few more hellos. Then outside and down the street. More people; a few more hellos. Across the street with nothing between me and the rush hour hordes except some clear mountain air.
I finally reached Denny's. Past a couple of smokers at the entrance. Safe inside, or so I thought. Greeted by the hostess and seated. The waitress came and took my order then delivered the food and the check. Up again, paid the cashier, then back down the street to the hotel and the safety of my room.
I was treated courteously by all that I spoke with. I don't know whether or not I was made by any of the people with whom I came in close contact. If I was, there was no overt reaction that I noticed; no raised eyebrows, no snide comments, no pointing and snickering.
By the time I reached Denny's my heart had slowed down and I began to enjoy my little outing. At least most of me enjoyed the outing. I'm afraid I'll have to give up any heels over about 2 inches. By the time I finished this little trip, I was limping severely. While I love the heels, my ankles don't.
Any way, except for the ankles and the early fear, things went very well. If I get the chance to get out in public again, I will. However, I'll have to wear flats or very short heels, so as to enjoy it more.
Love,
Alana