I just had a small quiet chuckle to myself (and only myself) last night. Went out with my wife dressed to see a small jazz show (small club, holds about 40+ people). We went together in a different city (about 45 min away), so I knew she'd feel a bit more comfortable not running in to anyone we knew.
We had to have dinner at home because of logistics, and plan was to leave the house by 7pm. I started getting myself ready at 6pm. I figured it would take me a solid hour, and if we left at 7:15p because I was not ready yet, no big deal. I look at the time in the middle of makeup, and it is 6:30pm (great.. on pace). However, I am actually all ready by 6:45pm. My wife is still not ready, and I am waiting on her (just like always)...Once I want her to wait on me
We left at about 7:10p or so. She did say one of the reasons she was late was because she could not get one of our free-range chickens back in the coop. She knew I was already in the middle of getting dressed, and had to do it herself. I did feel bad for that (and appreciative of course).
Anyway a nice evening at a "regular" club. I felt slightly overdressed, but not "horribly overdressed". Most of the women were in jeans, including my wife, but she was in stylish "baggy" jeans. About 1/2 of men were in cargo shorts (even in boy mode, I am not wearing shorts to a club like this...., come on guys).
I felt really good in the summer style, rose-laced/long sleeve blouse, black skirt (just below the knee), black heels, and my newly shaven legs (no time for waxing, so I had do take care of the hair the old fashioned way).