B-man and I drove to Boise, Idaho today, approximately 5 hours of open space and beautiful skies.
We arrived to dark clouds and rain.
Could it be more perfect?
I felt really 'zen' on the way here and realized my mind has not been that relaxed for a long time. Miles and miles of openness, where nothing quick happens and everything is predictable.
B-man and I negotiated a 'stop every 2-hour' plan before we left. I told him I could drive for days as long as we stop every two hours.
'Because I need a Happy Snack that often,' I explained.
This, he seemed to understand, so we moved ahead with the 2-hour plan.
Just after our first stop (Wendy's spicy chicken wrap - yum!), we were riding in silence, broken only by our intermittent chatter and rain that was never heavy enough to start the wipers. I touched B-man's leg and said, 'everything okay over there, Sugar?' He took my hand, kissed it and said, 'yeah, I'm just trying to decide on my next Happy Snack.'
I Could Not settle on what perfume to bring, and I hope to score some perfume while I'm here that will create a scent memory of this weekend. Just in case, I packed decants of the following:
Iris Silver Mist
DSH Vintage Patchouly
Depending on how the air smells (we're about to go out with our umbrellas and walk around in search of a good martini), I'll make my decision.
While the drive here was what you might call uneventful, I did achieve something I have never done before. Of course, I dressed comfortably, in black yoga pants and a black tank top. Halfway through the trip, I thought, 'why in the hell did I wear a bra?' The more I thought about it, the more it bugged me.
So, right there on the freeway, without even undoing my seat belt, I maneuvered out of my bra with hardly any upset to my tank top at all. B-man said, 'well, look at you, Little Miss Smarty Pants.'
I must admit, it was quite something.
Pictures my own, taken from the passenger seat today