—or lack there of if you live in my neighborhood-there’s nothing mean about Park Slope other than the over population of screaming bratty kids and little whiny babies.
Wore this to some bars on Friday night, just met up with the boys-so it’s perfect attire for a dive.
The outfit allows me to just hang and drink beers with the best of them, yet the beaded tank allows me to hold on to a bit of my femininity.
Turns out it was way too humid for a jacket, so I shed it immediately-but it was a good attempt to pull myself together, even if it was too hot. (As my last post proves, I’m not always one for practical clothing).
I also pulled my hair over into a side pony-don’t do that too often cause the short side always falls out, a few bobby pins took care of that. Plus, I didn’t have much time to shower and get ready-just came straight home from work and had to whip up something with my ratty mess of hair.
Sometimes, ok all the time these days, I really appreciate a nice easy evening out in my neighborhood. I think I’m getting older or something, I just don’t have it in me to head back into Manhattan for a 4am all-night doozy.
The entire weekend summed up on the blog
PS-nevermind that yellowing bruise on my right bicep in the 2nd photo-that’s from my awesome bike crash last weekend. (You can check that story here )