Persephone
11-03-2014, 03:29 AM
It was a lovely day today, but it changed a bit once the sun went down.
I was en femme (of course) in a black micro-pleated skirt, 3/4 sleeve blouse with a rather low neckline, and 4-1/2" stiletto heels.
This afternoon we joined Eryn and Mimi for an opera matinee of Carmen. I want to thank them, not only for inviting us, but for the acceptance and confidence they have shown in me since they had additional guests from their work with them.
The opera was very, very well performed, the sets were lovely, and the orchestra was excellent.
Afterwards we all headed for dinner at a very crowded Mexican restaurant. Due to the wait the foursome of their friends decided not to stay, but we were joined by Eryn and Mimi's daughter, my son, and my spouse's cousin who is visiting us. The restaurant was very busy and we had to wait about 45 minutes, the majority of which we were standing because all of the waiting room seats were filled (remember those 4-1/2" heels?).
We enjoyed a wonderful and leisurely dinner. After dinner their daughter left, but the rest of us decided to head to a local frozen yogurt place for dessert. Since it is also a favorite of my best male friend and his wife, one of my best female friends, we gave them a call and they joined us as well. We sat and talked and ate frozen yogurt for about an hour and a half and then we all separated, my spouse and I and her cousin heading off in my car to go home.
Before we headed home we had to mail a couple of letters so we headed for the post office and that's when the problem started. Seems our alternator decided to quit! Everything gave up the ghost right in front of the post office, leaving my car at a 45-degree angle in the mall roadway. Dead!
We called the auto club and they dispatched a tow truck. On the phone I still sound rather masculine, so I got "Sir'ed." Since I haven't yet updated my auto club card it still has my male name on it anyway.
They told me to have my membership card and photo ID ready for the tow truck operator. Remember, I'm en femme, which is fine, especially since my driver's license now has my female name and gender. Fortunately, there is a loophole. I've kept my male name as my new middle name so presumably my auto club card could be in my middle name, no?
But there was still a problem. We had three people and the tow truck can only take two. So it was time to call my best male friend back since he lives nearby and ask him if he would come to the post office and drive us home. He consented.
When the tow truck arrived I introduced myself as Barbara and he glanced at my card and ID, probably just to be sure I had a card, and towed us to my mechanic.
The tow truck took the car, my friend took the three of us, and we all went to the mechanic's shop.
The mechanic also has a service station that is open until midnight, so I could have the car delivered and still leave instructions for the mechanic, as well as the key. Fortunately, my mechanic only knows me en femme so I was able to fill out the paperwork using my female name and not causing any strange thoughts on the part of the attendant.
After a "Thank You" and a tip to the tow truck driver, my friend drove us home.
I guess that when you are out you have to be prepared for anything and everything.
Hugs,
Persephone.
I was en femme (of course) in a black micro-pleated skirt, 3/4 sleeve blouse with a rather low neckline, and 4-1/2" stiletto heels.
This afternoon we joined Eryn and Mimi for an opera matinee of Carmen. I want to thank them, not only for inviting us, but for the acceptance and confidence they have shown in me since they had additional guests from their work with them.
The opera was very, very well performed, the sets were lovely, and the orchestra was excellent.
Afterwards we all headed for dinner at a very crowded Mexican restaurant. Due to the wait the foursome of their friends decided not to stay, but we were joined by Eryn and Mimi's daughter, my son, and my spouse's cousin who is visiting us. The restaurant was very busy and we had to wait about 45 minutes, the majority of which we were standing because all of the waiting room seats were filled (remember those 4-1/2" heels?).
We enjoyed a wonderful and leisurely dinner. After dinner their daughter left, but the rest of us decided to head to a local frozen yogurt place for dessert. Since it is also a favorite of my best male friend and his wife, one of my best female friends, we gave them a call and they joined us as well. We sat and talked and ate frozen yogurt for about an hour and a half and then we all separated, my spouse and I and her cousin heading off in my car to go home.
Before we headed home we had to mail a couple of letters so we headed for the post office and that's when the problem started. Seems our alternator decided to quit! Everything gave up the ghost right in front of the post office, leaving my car at a 45-degree angle in the mall roadway. Dead!
We called the auto club and they dispatched a tow truck. On the phone I still sound rather masculine, so I got "Sir'ed." Since I haven't yet updated my auto club card it still has my male name on it anyway.
They told me to have my membership card and photo ID ready for the tow truck operator. Remember, I'm en femme, which is fine, especially since my driver's license now has my female name and gender. Fortunately, there is a loophole. I've kept my male name as my new middle name so presumably my auto club card could be in my middle name, no?
But there was still a problem. We had three people and the tow truck can only take two. So it was time to call my best male friend back since he lives nearby and ask him if he would come to the post office and drive us home. He consented.
When the tow truck arrived I introduced myself as Barbara and he glanced at my card and ID, probably just to be sure I had a card, and towed us to my mechanic.
The tow truck took the car, my friend took the three of us, and we all went to the mechanic's shop.
The mechanic also has a service station that is open until midnight, so I could have the car delivered and still leave instructions for the mechanic, as well as the key. Fortunately, my mechanic only knows me en femme so I was able to fill out the paperwork using my female name and not causing any strange thoughts on the part of the attendant.
After a "Thank You" and a tip to the tow truck driver, my friend drove us home.
I guess that when you are out you have to be prepared for anything and everything.
Hugs,
Persephone.