OK, here’s what happened:
I wore this top and skirt to work, then came home and switched out my shoes and bag so I looked a little spiffier to go out to dinner. Typically we don’t do fancy dinners on week nights, but we had some accomplishments to celebrate (more about that soon), so we decided to go to the Melting Pot. We showed up at 6:30 (without a reservation because it was Tuesday), and they said they didn’t have a table until EIGHT FREAKING THIRTY. The best part? The restaurant was SILENT. There was no one there. So apparently the Melting Pot has one single waiter.
Obviously, I was a bit perturbed. I mean when you have it in your head that you’re about to eat a delicious bowl of melted cheese, it’s hard to wrap your brain around eating something else. We ended up going for Italian at Puccini’s. Don’t get me wrong – their food is delicious. But the servers wear khaki shorts and lime green t-shirts, so I was just a smidgeon overdressed. Oh well. As Kristin pointed out: “Babe, you’re overdressed for life.”