Yeah, sorry about that. I tried for a little dry humor in the stories.
So, here's the real truth. My wife knows that I crossdress and "allows" me (if that is the correct word) to go out dressed. She was aware that I "was out with friends" (our codeword) both times that I went out dressed as a girl to this pub. There are even public pictures of me dressed as a girl at the Meetup that she hasn't seen. That's permitted under the (International Law) of DADT. LOL. My wife has never seen me dressed and I have never shown her pics of me dressed, so she technically doesn't know if I wear dresses (I do), skirts, pants, jeans, lingerie, makeup, breast forms, wigs, etc. Of course she can make educated guesses, but I don't think that she is interested in this type of education.
OK, girls. I know the informal rules. If there are no pics, it didn't happen.
And look, it's a skirt, not a dress. But the first time I went there I wore a jean dress. I can't forget that because I got a compliment on my dress from a GG as I was walking to the pub.