I peered into my dusty closet this morning because tomorrow night I’m going out for the first time in a billion years! I very quickly realized that the tiny sub-section that had, at one time in my life, been reserved for “going out clothes,” has disappeared.
I don’t know when it disappeared or where it went, but it’s gone. So I don’t know what I’m going to wear, which appears to be a recurring theme in my life these days…
My friends Naaman, Cindy and I are getting together tomorrow night to go out dancing, which we used to do together all the time back in the day (we even took hip-hop dance classes together). Most of the time it was to some little hole-in-the-wall place that played really good music, and we’d dance our butts off for hours and just sweat. It. Out.
It was like our version of SoulCycle before SoulCycle was a thing, except with a $5 cover charge and free glasses of water at the bar.
I never wore anything too fancy or scandalous. I usually wore cargo pants (cringes) or Adidas track pants — basically, baggy pants, a tank top and a pair of shell-toe shoes.
So, like one of the background dancers in this Mariah Carey video…
I wish I knew where all those cargo pants went… They’re gone, baby, gone! I half-jokingly texted the crew to say that I’d probably end up wearing what I wear to spin class, but now that I think about it…black high-waisted leggings and my Prince tee sound like a legit option.
Maybe if I add hoops, my “weekend errands” Sauncony tennies and a faux-leather jacket, I can make it look purposeful? I dunno… I’m really NOT that concerned, but it’s just funny to me that I used to have a part of my closet dedicated to Saturday night adventures, and now I have a section dedicated to black and gray tops that conceal cat fur well.
As for the makeup…girl, you know I got that covered. 😁 Because I expect to be sweating for hours, and the room will be dark, I’m not even gonna put in that much effort. Just sweat-proof versions of the basics.