When it comes to "going out" clothes, I stand mostly clueless. You want to go out for drinks? I don't own any of the sexy Herve Leger-esque bandage dresses, none of my shirts have side cut-outs and all my skirts are knee-length and a-line. I dress like a french boy or a school-girl from 1947, so I'm used to being the girl that watches from afar while my friends get flirted with.
By day I own the sidewalks and command attention in the majority of situations I am placed, but as the sun goes down so do my wardrobe options. I guess you could say my night time clothes are my day time clothes therefore I don't look like I want to flirt with you. My clothes need daylight not dubstep. We'll see how the NYC moon handles my navy tutu. I'll keep you posted.
In the meantime, I'll stick to my usual shorts or pants and chiffon shirt combination. The only difference between this outfit and an outfit I'd wear to meet my grandmother for lunch is the shoes. Shoes and lipstick make an outfit. By make an outfit I mean break up the androgyny emanating from my buttoned up collar and middle part.