Buffed, Puffed and Enough

The places I've been so far have beautiful women, with or without makeup, but there's a lot of with (well done, for the most part). I've been in bathrooms with counters so full of beauty products I think I can just hang out there and by osmosis, have them all work on their appointed places. I'm told it doesn't work that way. Oh, I used to wear make-up, a little. But somewhere along the way, the last little plastic container of eye shadow flaked away, the last tube of mascara got lost and lipstick was never much of a friend.

But I look at these women in my life and the ones on the streets and stores and restaurants and bars and think, hmmm. So I made the leap, albeit an MJ sized leap. I didn't let Sloane put purple streaks in my hair, even though at some moment on the phone I had told her she could. I didn't get my toenails professionally colored (that's Sloane's job and has only happened once, though we do have a toenail painting date). But I did let my daughter buy me a shampoo that supposedly shines the silver and takes away the yellow. I didn't even know there was yellow in my hair. We'll see what happens next.

Really? I'd rather be dancing.

Yesterday Sloane also took a giant step into grown-upville. She got her official restricted driving permit, meaning that she can drive the car alone to work, or on errands for her mom. I think that's how it goes. Anyway, it's huge. To celebrate, she chose to go to Bobo's Drive-In, hamburger spot here in Topeka. It's so well known that it was on an episode of Diner's, Drive-in's and Dives, the food show. The only thing to show for it there is a lamp that is signed with a sharpie, Diners Drive Ins and Dives was here!

It's tiny, with small booths covered in a pinkish plasticky stuff. The bathroom is through the kitchen and down some old scuffed wooden stairs. The burgers are smushed and fried, there is no question on how you want them done, they are just done. I followed Grayson's lead; we  ordered root beer floats and they were classically awesome, with Sloane opting for the chocolate malt, also good, super chocolately and a LOT of malt - a good thing. She also got the onion rings, which were excellent, barely coated, crisp, perfect. I eat onion rings once every few years, and usually they aren't much to inspire a repeat, but these were good. I stole one. And then some more. 

There was even the classic diner friendly waitress. She didn't call me hon, but she did agree to be in this photo. Thanks!

Sloane drove off this morning with Grayson, to summer camp with all the mom and grandma admonitions ringing in her ears. I held my phone close by and at the exact second I was thinking, she should be there by now, the text came. 'We're here'. And all is well. 

Have a true to you Thursday! Do something transparent.