All dressed up with nowhere to go

So I have not had a great day. I woke up early to do my normal routine: return emails, pitch editors, cruise Craigslist and work on blog-related tasks. After a couple of hours, I went back to sleep. I rarely ever do that, but I only got five hours of shut eye the night before, and man was I feeling it. I woke up an hour later and just felt out of whack and unmotivated to go to the gym. I hopped back on the computer and before I knew it, it was 3pm. I had a bloggers-only event to attend that ended at 5, so I rushed to get ready and caught the subway downtown. 

To make a short story shorter, I MISSED the event. Freakin' West Village, man! It is so damn confusing. It's like, even when you are on the exact street you need to be on, it will somehow be the wrong street, in a building with two different addresses. I'm serious. I was feeling like a total asshole (tears were involved—sorry Linds for unloading on you!) for not being able to find my desired location until Liza told me that several other editors had the same problem with the same exact building just the other day. And I hate to admit it, but the thing I hated more than missing the event and not having any pictures now for Photo Shoot Friday, is that I got all gussied up for nothing! That is the worst. 

Here's my sad face moments after realizing I had rushed all the way to the West Village to just turn around and go home. I don't know why I was so emotional, but I totally cried my makeup off. A bum kept telling me "everything will be ok," and while that was a nice gesture, it just pissed me off more.

My boyfriend got me this Elizabeth and James dress for my birthday a couple years ago—it felt so nice to be wearing a pop of color for a change! Not that anyone got to see it, but still. (It's actually a shirt—being a shawty does have advantages sometimes!). I missed the mark with the boots though; they don't look quite right. I should have gone with heels, but I hate wobbling through the subway in them. And side note in case anyone's wondering, those boxes are for clothes we're giving to the Salvation Army. 

I was feeling really bummed when I got back to my 'hood, and I came thisclose to making a stop at Tasti-D-Lite, but I had Liza's leftover steamed vegetable dumplings and carrots for dinner instead. Victory! 

Being dressed up with nowhere to go sucks big time. Has it ever happened to any of you? For a date, perhaps? Do tell!