There was something about stashing my reasonable, higher-brow sensibilities and real-world, adult responsibilities under the bed for 45 minutes to immerse my partially addled brain in cotton candy.
What grown woman wouldn’t want to feel that overall sense of aplomb stepping on to a dance floor, or better, carrying that same poise and assurance into a meeting, decision or any situation room later?
I’m telling you, as far as rom-com tropes go, the necktie-tying thing is up there along with Meet-Cutes and full-heart confessions in the driving rain.
Over the weekend, I pulled into the Firestone Auto Care garage, my camera, notebook and ‘Bout Business attitude all on hand, ready to check this flat tire thing off my list.
There’s also something daring about setting off to a new island or city and experiencing it with this safe circle of people who you trust with everything.
When I spot a baby on a flight, oh, yeah, I’m wincing right along with you. But my uneasiness is less about the baby and mostly about the traumatized (stigmatized) parents traveling with the kid. The entire experience is basically set up to be rough as hell.
We make these promises to ourselves to stand up to affronts big or small, to show people where the boundaries lie and when they’re skirting the edges. But the truth is, it takes conviction and grit to stick to those promises.