Day 2 of our cross-country road trip. We planned to spend the night in Amarillo, TX but stopped in OKC to sightsee/eat dinner/visit a friend. As we're driving that last stretch of highway for the night, our caravan partner called and asked me to pull over for a restroom break (I was leading). This is Texas, with no major towns intersecting I-40 until Amarillo, so well-lit gas stations and such were not plentiful. Thinking it's an uber emergency, I pull off at the next exit where there's a gas station sign. Big mistake. The gas station is a run-down shack lit by a single light, nobody around. Think House of Wax. At night.
We didn't even get out but turned around and gunned it. Attempting to get back on the highway, we make a turn that doesn't actually lead us to the well-paved, lit highway but rather to a smaller, 2-lane, run-down road that runs parallel to said highway. That highway that smirked at us as we kept down this sketchy road, teasing us with it's proximity but lack of ways to get there. Finally, a few miles later, we found a path to that ever-present highway and booked it out of there.

skinnies
Skinnies make me look skinny. They also make me look "hip", and these are the first pair of jeans I've bought (Gap 1969 Always Skinny) that actually fit me, that I want to wear everyday. They're girly, go well with everything, and make me feel confident about my clothes.