Mortification.My sleeping patterns have been pretty terrible the past few weeks. I fall asleep very late, and wake up very early. Rather than lay there this morning, I decided that I would just go ahead and get up and make my booty to the 7am yoga class in NY. I''d just bring my work clothes and head to work right after class.
Out of sleepiness and rushing, I opened my little workout clothes drawer and grabbed a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, packed a bag, grabbed a bottle of water and headed out. As I was midway to the train station-which is 2 blocks away- I looked down and noticed what I was really wearing.
An old Aerosmith t shirt and a pair of 'Hooters' shorts that my niece had given me when I was visiting Illinois. Shorts, that I MAYBE would clean the house in, if anything. Not wear in public!
2 things made it that much worse. It's 92 degrees here in NY, which means I had no little pashmina or wrap to cover or hide myself, and I had 5 minutes to catch my train and did not have time to turn around. And don't think I may be posting this because I think I look somehow 'cute' in this get up--I seriously did not realize what shorts I had grabbed, and thought they ere my gray athletic shorts. I just thought a trashy 70's band, combined with hooters was just right into the raunchy zone.
I was mortified.
The only thing a girl could do was embrace the 'Hillbilli-ness' of it all and endure the cat calls for the 5 blocks to yoga. Luckily, it was early and not too many people out.
Classy. Real classy.
