diablo's

Last night, one of my few friends who live in Vegas called me inviting me to go hear her roommate's band play at Diablo's Cantina (a restaurant/bar at the Monte Carlo). I debated whether or not I wanted to lose out on precious sleep, but eventually decided it would be fun to go since I rarely go out and hadn't seen this friend since I first moved here. I felt like an idiot, though, as I was getting ready to go and had absolutely NOTHING to wear. Really, NOTHING. I tried on 5 different things (all of which are currently still on the floor where I threw them in my mad rush to get out the door on time) and nothing worked. I wanted to wear something nice but that didn't look like I was necessarily "trying." Ugh. I hate feeling like I have nothing to wear and I almost backed out of going, but in the end I went, and I had a really good time. Now all I have to do is figure out how many washes it is going to take to get this dumb smiley-face stamp off the back of my wrist.