Get Skorty

What is it about vacationing with Rita that always includes me buying a skirt?? [See post regarding Rio shopping: http://savemethecall.blogspot.com/2008/03/shopping-for-rio.html.] Honest to god, other than an unfortunate graduation dress or two and the close-as-she’s-ever-gonna-get-to-the-wedding-dress number for 1st communion, I’ve managed to live a skirt-free life. At least until I started vacationing with Rita.

Hong Kong weather calls for something “cool…to compensate for weather that may remind you of the Surface.  Of.  The.  Sun.”  When I checked the Hong Kong weather in February (i.e., the middle of WINTER), it was 97 degrees (!). That may have been Celsius. Preparing for spontaneous combustion involves packing light. I figured shorts and a t-shirt would make me look too much like a tourist. [Because other than the wardrobe…I am pretty sure I will Blend. Right. In. I expect to be the tallest, whitest woman these people see in a generation.]  Anyway…Rita recommended a skirt…I voted capri’s…we settled on a skort. For those who aren’t familiar with a skort my brother, the skort is shorts masquerading as a skirt by attaching a wrap-around panel [made especially for tomboys?]. Besides…it’s just fun to say. So WHAT if I look like a college women’s basketball coach stomping around in my secret-shorts.

While we were shopping for my skort wardrobe…Rita thought she would go all in and suggest a little black dress to wear to her work dinner. “Honey, I don’t care if we are at R.E.I., I’m not buying a dress.” When I told Lo in Nashville that story, she told me I could just wear sliding shorts under the dress… afterall, sliding shorts ARE the original Spanx. At least for some of us. [And if you have to look up “sliding shorts”, I’m probably not talking about you.]

Where ARE my old softball uniforms?