A couple of weeks ago my partner and I went out of town to
celebrate the union two long time friends. They had gotten married soon after
it was legalized in our state and were now having the fun stuff, the PARTY!
We left home a day early to spend time at the beach before
the festivities on Saturday. We dressed ready to hit the beach as soon as we arrived
killing time before we could check into our hotel, dipping our toes into the
ocean and soaking up some sun.
As I am standing at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, looking
out at the beautiful view, trying to decide if the water was too cold to go any
deeper than my knees I was thinking about what to wear later that evening.
As I was going through the inventory of what I brought, I
realized…..huh….I didn’t pack a bra…imagine that………
Disclaimer: I am not
someone who picks out her wardrobe days in advance; typically I decide what to
wear on any given day while I am in the shower…that day. I usually pack for a trip
the morning I leave and it’s kind of like a hurricane evacuation drill. I usually
end up with 8 pairs of pants and two tops or vise versa, it always works out in
the end but that’s how it goes. I’ve never forgotten a brassiere; I guess I
might need to start making a list.
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