Metro - Here I Come

Tonight, Chris and I were to meet friends of friends out for dinner. About an hour ago, I received a phone call letting me know we needed to abandon plans. Instead, I'm to meet Chris for dinner with colleagues. Apparently, it's someone's birthday and my presence is required. So as I sit in my A & F cargo shorts, it seems I have a lot to do in the next twenty minutes. But what scares me isn't my ability to complete tasks such as walking Maddie, changing clothes, brushing my teeth and coifing my hair in under a half an hour, but rather my first venture onto the Metro system without Chris and in 85 degree weather.

From what I can tell, I have to take two trains, with numerous stops, to my final destination. Is it really necessary I be there? I don't particuarly want to ride the train with rush hour traffic when the heat index in each car is sure to be 125 degrees. The only place I want to sweat is in the gym. It would be somewhat more manageable with shorts and a tank, but God forbid I wear shorts in public. I might be labeled a tourist.

So off I go. Here's to arriving on time, in one piece and respectively clean and powder fresh.