Inappropriate-Where?!? The Day After Post

My sister has always had this fabulous natural-but often enhanced- blond hair. She can wear white like only a bride can. It’s so inspiring.

Think:

So I try it and end up somewhere about here:

Within five minutes of slipping into something white, I’m usually back in black.

So I’m visiting my sister in her ocean view apartment when I realize, Where can white be more appropriate than at the beach? (I should note that it is NOT appropriate on bikinis. As we have all learned by now, the second they get wet, they are entirely see-through.)

Inspired by my sister’s even lighter and shiner blond hair, I put on a fabulous white top and a pair of high-waisted jeans and headed for a night out.

We walked to a local bar that happens to serve the most delicious margaritas-another rarity for me. I threw caution and routine into the cool, ocean wind that filled the second story, open bar and ordered a margarita right along with my sister who looked a little surprised. That was the first of somewhere between 5 and 7, and by the end of the night, I was feeling free and lighthearted in my white, flowing top. The wind blew the back slit open and made me feel like the Grecian Goddess I knew I was- yeah, that was probably a little Jose Cuervo too.

Before 9 p.m. I’d joined forces with the local entertainment and harmonized/mimicked/mimed/screamed/screwed up almost every song on the set list (including but not limited to, Beyonce’s Single Ladies, Backstreet Boys’ I Want it That Way and Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream– I never had a chance with a line up like that.)

I’ll admit-completely inappropriate, but while my behavior was- my top never let me down. It maintained its composure while I worked my way through dozens of Top 40 hits from today and yesterday.

Looking back on last night, I was definitely that girl. I got some looks and points and definitely some laughs. I stumbled home, still singing, with an F- in appropriate behavior but an A+ for appropriate wear.