I am heading to a bar a few blocks away and remember how damn good I looked Thursday, so I wear essentially the same outfit. (LIZZIE MCGUIRE IS AN OUTFIT REPEATER) I cheat and use a picture from Thursday, too, but you get the idea.
8:52PM: I am walking to the bar and glance at my phone, then up at the street sign, to briefly check that I didn't overshoot my destination. A man sees me hesitate, momentarily vulnerable. He can tell that I am looking for something as I note my cross street. He calls out, "I'm right here!" I ignore him.
