professionally braless

this morning, after sleeping for 3 hours, i slipped my new uber-modern dress on for the client presentation then put my make up face on to distract from the insane bags under my eyes and the pimple that had popped the night before. i drove to the office at 8:30--way too early for someone like me. i parked, got my iced latte and walked across the street to work. i rode the elevator to the 5th floor, checked my e-mail then got into a colleague's car for the hour long drive to our prospective client's office.

sitting in the backseat looking out at the suburbs of bangkok, something felt different, lighter. i realized that i had no bra on today. i guess you could sort of see nipples if you really looked, but the crazy deconstructed drapes in front were pretty good at hiding things. spent the rest of the day braless and too busy to even drive home to grab one. then it rained really hard and messed up my evening plans, but i guess i was secretly glad i didn't have to meet someone for dinner without a bra on. come to think of it, it probably would've been ok. after all, i did sit through a meeting with a roomful of strangers who either didn't notice or must have quietly thought, how liberated and european she must be!

WTF

today i went to a relatively new bar that i've been frequenting. it's called WTF, which is playful for "wonderful thai friendship." the name is a bit lacklustre like that. i prefer the gritty "what the fuck" version better.

seeing that one of the owners had the same shirt i had just bought (she was wearing another one i had the other day) made me feel like i should talk to her. it was that sort of vibe where i could either talk or chalk it up to 2 people having such peculiarly similar taste while shopping at zara. she told me about going to school for art management then coming back to bangkok and finding that there were no jobs for that here. we talked about the museum that i looked into working for when i first got back and somehow never did. i guess art is still hard here.

so she opened up this little bar/restaurant with amazing baked eggs and a gallery upstairs, made cheap but tasty drinks and played good music. it felt like a williamsburg bar, or something you'd find in barcelona. gosh, i miss that city and how i used to feel in it. it was a good night, the kind that made think, here is a possibility of the woman you could become. you could also keep on writing.