Kelly, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to quote myself from another thread, but this is the disaster I'm talking about:
My first time out in the general population was . . . . TERRIFYING, if you want the absolute truth. It was a Thursday night, and I went to a local tourist area. I knew a place I could park without having to pass through inside, as I worry about what security and surveillance might do if they're paying attention. So, I stayed outside and just shuttled back and forth between the extreme ends of a fairly open area where I could keep some eye on those around me. It was a semi-cool night, so I was wearing a jean jacket over a bodysuit - in part to hide my oddly large biceps - and a pleather skirt with platform high-heel boots. I think the outfit was okay, but the issue was the wig. I like really long hair, and it was kinda breezy that night. So, my hair was just everywhere. I guess the hair and me seeming nervous must've looked weird, because a guy and a girl walked up and asked me if I was okay. I doubt they could actually see my face in the dark and with all that hair whipping around. I didn't want to speak, for obvious reasons, so I just scooted the hell out as quickly as I could. Got back to the car and bounced. It was a long while before I even considered trying that again.
So, yeah, that took some time to get over. But, the next few times were pretty uneventful.
Teresa, the plan last night was to walk an 8-mile loop around a tourist area, or as much of it as I could manage in 5-in heels, lol.
