Generally I don’t like going out on weekends if my wife is around, because we don’t really get to see each other too much on account of A: full time job, and B: Commute time, but when the opportunity to go out dressed presents itself, I at least try to take it. On this occasion, I packed up a bag and headed into SF to hang out with a friend of mine. Got to her place. Got changed. Got made up. Got nervous. Got outta there!

Out on the town… Sorry, town…