Speaking of nakedness.
I was at a spa. After kneading and sloughing and showering, I wanted to look uber-hot for MTM. I locked myself in the bathroom, and I did what I almost always fail to do at home. I used products. And a hair dryer. And yummy lotions.
All while the curling iron heated its phallic protuberance to a setting called 'hell-hot.'
People let us down. I've let people down. It's a predictable cycle. Most people do their best, but we never know what others may expect from what they give us.
It's best to expect nothing.
Except from myself
Besides being Andra's Mate/Target/Muse, I am also an architect in Charleston, SC. That means I am often asked my opinions about various Charleston buildings, especially works of contemporary architecture.
If you are a regular reader of this blog, you have learned all about my excursion for L'Eroica through the perspective of poor Andra, the Bicycle Widow. Here is my side of the story....
Four ladies won the auction, so this night was their option
To spend with their friends while the men are forgotten