The Bean

Striped blazer, Mossimo. Blue shirt (underneath), Bebe. Red necklace and red patent belt, Xhilaration. Black skirt, Breakin’ Loose. Red peep-toe flats, New York and Company.

Today’s plan was to teach aerobics, work my desk job, and then join my friend, Diva, for dinner and free dance lessons at the Argentine Bean. We were ready to salsa (or tango – we weren’t really sure what the dance style was to be) the night away. I lost my jacket and she changed out of her work clothes. There was even a possibility of Fashion Lady joining us for the dance lessons.















We finished dinner about 20 minutes before the scheduled lessons, so we popped into Aveda. After purchasing overpriced hair products, we walked by the Bean to put our things in the car and saw no dancing. Somehow, we ended up in Dillard’s to kill time and were completely sidetracked by an incredible shoe sale. Fashion Lady called to say she couldn’t make it. We took our shoes to the car and walked by the Bean. No dancing. I had to use the bathroom, so we went back into Dillard’s and Diva bought make-up. We walked by the Bean on the way out. No dancing. It was nearly 9:00 and I had to make my 10 p.m. bedtime, so we headed out, driving past the Bean. And saw people dancing. Evidently the lessons had started 45 minutes late. Argh!