A Man, A Plan, A Wig

So I'm driving with Rover down to L.A. to surprise Mom for her 70th birthday.

When I asked him to go, he asked if I didn't want to make a "weekend" out of it and stop and spend the night in Monterey. One condition: I wear my "school girl outfit" on the drive down.

Agreed.

But I have a better plan. I weaseled out of the dress-up drive, fixed my outfit a bit and have decided on the following:

After our day in Monterey, I will drop him in a bar and leave him there. I will go back to the hotel on my own, don my modified outfit: off-the-shoulder black sweater, mini-mini plaid skirt, fish net stockings or white over-the-knee stockings (I haven't yet decided), my knee-length black high-heel boots, my black wig, and, of course, loads and loads of face-changing makeup. I will then head back out to the bar on my own, sidel up somewhere within his view, and let the evening unfold as it will.

Sounds like fun to me.