Upon having a bad day, most people like to curl up with hot chocolate, comfy pajamas, a mindless movie, a glass of wine, macaroni and cheese, or any combination thereof. They seek comfort food, comfort places, comfort things.

However, for me, when I have a bad day, nothing is more satisfying or uplifting than dressing up in a slinky outfit, putting on some ridiculously high-heeled shoes, and going out for a bottle of wine or sexy cocktail (think: martini or Disaronno sour) and close dancing someplace dark and sophisticated. Nothing makes me feel good like looking good.

I think this makes me weird, for a woman, or perhaps shallow?