Superman changes in a phone booth. Duh. But my super hero dressing room is my car. Mostly because once I commit to driving to the eastside, I don't intend to drive back home for anything. (I suppose if I was a REAL superhero, I'd just fly.)
So on Sunset Blvd tonight, I was changing in my car and caught the attention of two dudes at an outdoor cafe. I have the art of changing down to a T and most times nothing is revealed. But it was fun to watch the two guys secretly keep peering out of the corner of their eye just in case I messed up.