Last night, the Subletstrosity (not my lovely roommate Heather, who is in LA) and I were hanging out on the couch, in our sweats. I was playing guitar, she was watching TV. Around 7:20 or so, I was hungry, and suggested we to grab some $5.00 Pad Thai from the yummy Asian place up the street. She is all for the idea, so we toddle off to our respective rooms to get ready.
Me:
Exchange pajama pants for jeans - 1 minute.
Put on grey sweater - 1 minute.
Pull on black boots - 1 minute.
Brush teeth - 2 minutes.
Pull hair into poinytail - 30 seconds.
Grab leather jacket - 5 seconds.
Find wallet and keys - 2 minutes.
Total: 7 minutes and 35 seconds.
Looked: Fine.
Ready by: 7:30
Her:
7:20 - 7:30: Makes 3 phone calls. 10 minutes.
7:30 - 8:12: Blow-dries already dry hair. Time: 42 minutes.
8:12 - 8:30: Tries on various outfits, ask which I like better, pout when the one that I like is not the one she likes. Changes 3 more times. Ends up in original outfit: black tights, black miniskirt, heels, tiny top that shows some of midriff. Fields 3-4 more phone calls.
8:30 - 8:35: Decides cheap Asian place might not have enough atmosphere for her (at this point, I can definitely dig). Suggests other places. Mentions that she got a bonus and insists on taking me out.
8:35: Ready to leave house. Heads towards her car, is shocked when I suggest walking to restaurant (funky neighborhood bistro chosen as alternative). It’s 3 blocks from our house.
Total: 1 hour, 15 minutes
Look: Fabulous, although hair looks exactly as it did prior to 45 minutes with hair dryer.
Ready by: 8:35 p.m.
We had a great time, and a really nice dinner, and I had the prettiest date in the place!
