There was another wacky Playgirl party last night, and I intended to stick to my usual four-drink-on-full-stomach-over-several-hours plan, but party enforcer Jess got me that one last Jamesons, and who was I to refuse? So this morning, departing from chateau my beau, I couldn't bear putting heels on again and went with the only other option, flops, plus his shirt and sweater which are way too big for me. Now I look like a hobo lady* but not in a "fashionable" Olsen-twin way, and I'm all lastnightsmakeup.com. And yet I still think I had a few fellers checking me out, though they might have been considering offering me some change, which I would not have refused either. Today's ensemble is also remarkably similar to how I dressed in college. (The coat, a faux-fur '70s number that should have been retired several winters ago, I did wear in college.) I wonder why I never had a boyfriend back then?
*Remember when a popular default boys' Halloween costume was "hobo"? That's kind of messed up.
Labels: GIRL STUFF, nyc tomfoolery