My Friday Night....

Went downtown with The Wife last night. Hope to never do that again. Don’t get me wrong, I love The Wife… it’s driving downtown that I hate. For one thing, we couldn’t just go straight to the place. There is very little downtown that you can go straight to. We had to circle around until we found a One Way street that was going the one way we wanted to go. Then we had to find parking. THAT was fun. Why go downtown, you ask? It was for an art show/fund raiser for Pattison’s Academy. That was the ONLY reason I agreed to break my “No driving downtown” rule. Of course there are already exceptions to this rule anyway. I drive Mary Ruth to the aquarium. I sometimes have to drive downtown for work. But in those cases, I already have a path that I follow. This was different. Anyway, Pattison’s Academy is a great thing, so I agreed to go. Even though I wanted to go to a high school football game. There was some good art there, just none that we could afford.

So as we were leaving I had to break yet another rule: “Absolutely no driving downtown in the dark”. This all comes from when I was in high school. I think I was a junior at the time. A group of us went out to eat at some place downtown after a baseball game. I got lost on the way back home. Somehow, getting from downtown to JI was just too much for me. I ended up in North Charleston. Anyway, as we are leaving downtown we get to the Market area. As we come to a red light, a group of people walk by. The only reason I noticed them was that as the driver I must always be aware of my surroundings. The Wife, however, brought my attention to a young lady who was walking in front of us. The Wife did not agree with what this young lady was wearing (or at least, how she was wearing it). I myself had not noticed, but it seems the young lady had somehow pinned her dress in the back causing it to hug her body and let everyone know what kind of undergarments she was wearing. Of course this brought great concern to me (How did I not see this?!), but fortunately the young lady was behind a slow moving group allowing me the opportunity to see what The Wife was talking about (also allowing me to make the appropriate comment “Oh that’s just sad. Why would someone go out looking like that?”). Of course, had I not said that, The Wife would have been mad at me for looking (even though she was the one that pointed out what the young lady was wearing). Go figure…