Last night I got all gussied up to go out on a date, but we couldn’t figure out what to do. I’m afraid that we’ve run out of places to go in our town. I literally was all dressed up and had absolutely nowhere to go. It’s funny, when I was younger I imagined my twenty-something self living as a single girl in the city. Going out with my 3 best friends — Samantha, Miranda, Charlotte– and living a glamourous city girl life. My life might be the polar opposite of that now. I dress up to go get chinese take-out.
But if I think about it for long, it doesn’t bother me that I dress up to go eat chinese food with my husband. That my life was never made into a TV series, a good movie (and then a really bad one). That my 3 best friends aren’t named Samantha, Miranda or Charlotte. Or that somedays, normally the best days, I have nowhere to go. It hasn’t stopped me from getting dressed yet.
Or calling myself Carrie from time to time.