Date Completed: 4/15/2010
What I like about THE LIST is that some of the items take planning, while others unfold naturally around me without any thought. This list item falls into the latter category. When I first added this item, I thought it might be a hard one to measure, but it turns out that after the actual experience, it was really easy to spot.
April 15th was a Thursday, I remember. The sun was shining, there was a Twins game, and Minneapolis rooftops had just opened for business. Lisa and I wanted to go to Brits, so we let some friends know where we’d be and we headed there after work. I was still working from home that week, and I remember being excited to wear a casual sundress to celebrate spring. That was probably my best decision ever.
The rooftop was packed, so we had to sweet talk our way to secure tables and chairs from some people who were leaving. There were a couple of partially-full beverages still on the table and as we sat there chatting, a huge wind gust knocked over one of the glasses, and literally soaked my cotton dress (of course we had no napkins). Rather than dying of humiliation, I simply stood up, smiled, did a little curtsy, and shook the excess liquid off my soaked dress. Guys at nearby tables smiled with approval. I remember our friends suggesting the restroom hand dryer, but I knew it would dry on its own and we weren’t planning to leave our table any time soon anyway. So, I laughed a bit more and that was that.
I was proud of myself for not letting this get to me like it might have a year ago, but I was more excited when the nicest girl came over to me with a stack of napkins and said, “I just had to bring these over because your reaction was great and it made me think to myself that this girl doesn’t even know she’s wet!” Lisa even noted how amazing this situation played out. We proceeded to have one of our best evenings out and that wind, well, that which caused the problem, solved the problem. I was dry in 30 minutes.
April 15th was a Thursday, I remember. The sun was shining, there was a Twins game, and Minneapolis rooftops had just opened for business. Lisa and I wanted to go to Brits, so we let some friends know where we’d be and we headed there after work. I was still working from home that week, and I remember being excited to wear a casual sundress to celebrate spring. That was probably my best decision ever.
The rooftop was packed, so we had to sweet talk our way to secure tables and chairs from some people who were leaving. There were a couple of partially-full beverages still on the table and as we sat there chatting, a huge wind gust knocked over one of the glasses, and literally soaked my cotton dress (of course we had no napkins). Rather than dying of humiliation, I simply stood up, smiled, did a little curtsy, and shook the excess liquid off my soaked dress. Guys at nearby tables smiled with approval. I remember our friends suggesting the restroom hand dryer, but I knew it would dry on its own and we weren’t planning to leave our table any time soon anyway. So, I laughed a bit more and that was that.
I was proud of myself for not letting this get to me like it might have a year ago, but I was more excited when the nicest girl came over to me with a stack of napkins and said, “I just had to bring these over because your reaction was great and it made me think to myself that this girl doesn’t even know she’s wet!” Lisa even noted how amazing this situation played out. We proceeded to have one of our best evenings out and that wind, well, that which caused the problem, solved the problem. I was dry in 30 minutes.
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