Alana was out for only the third time, and definitely more comfortable with being out than I was at that point. Rain poured as we walked from car to restaurant; I gave the umbrella to the ladies and let myself get soaked running from tree to tree.
We had a nice dinner with a waitstaff that acknowledged proper genders (or didn't notice) and patrons
|I forgot, but she took this the night before in her hotel room.|
She's one of many who can't dress at home so have to pack extra when travelling. One can only hope that will change. And I hope Alana gets to meet Meg next time she's in town.
And, Alana, I hope you're practicing with those heels!