I went out last night, even though I didn't really want to.
Wednesday is my usual Galaxy Hut night, but it was another late night at the office and I just wanted to go home.
But, I was wearing my cowboy boots.
They're not that cheesy; just basic black, with some dark blue arrows/devil tails.
Anyway, for some reason, they've been kind of a jinx: Whenever I wore them, I ended up not going out after work, even if I wanted to.
So, I went out just to break the curse.
Now, I'm not that superstitious...about the only thing I won't do is listen to The Donnas' Turn 21 in the car, because that's what I was listening to when I got my reckless driving ticket.
(Had I not mentioned that? It was about 2 years ago. I had a good lawyer, which is a good thing, because in Virginia, going 20 over the speed limit can be considered reckless driving, which is punishable by up to a year in jail and a $2,500 fine.)
Where was I? Oh, so Galaxy Hut was okay. I always feel old in that place, though; I don't dress hipster (I don't have very much in my wardrobe that's ironic), and my 80s clothes don't fit any more.
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