Recent Unfashionable Moments / Douchebaggery

Last Tuesday I headed out to Park Slope after work with a couple of girls I work with. One of them took up hula hooping over the summer while she travelled the country peddling her art at music festivals. But his isn't your 1960's hooping - it was so intricate and complicated. Anyway, she had a show with her friend Lauren at a bar on 5th Ave and 1st, so we went to support her. I had known about it all week, but the day of the event I was really really tired, so I headed to work without a change of clothes for the night. Did I mention I teach kids gymnastics (for money I mean, "in life" I am a pre dental post bac)? So one thing lead to another, I was convinced to go. Cut to me standing in a bar wearing cotton shorts, seven year old khaki frat New Balances, my work shirt and a black cotton hoodie. And zero makeup. And big red glasses. And dried sweat hair. BALLS!

I so would have preferred to be wearing bean boots with jeans and a cable knit sweater with some foundation and light lipstick on sans glasses. The perk was that I didn't know that my high school sweetheart frequents restaurants on 5th Ave. (the Park Slope one) until four days later. Not that it matters what someone I dated seven years ago thinks, but it IS a general reality that seeing an ex when looking great is preferable to seeing them when you look like shit. Anyhow, but because I didn't know, I carried on about my evening despite my shoddy appearance and had a great time.

And yesterday I was wearing oxfords with white socks. Yeah. You couldn't see them, but conceptually it was wrong. Even I know that, but I didn't have any other socks, and it was cold! Too cold for ballet flats, and I don't own boots for the season yet (need to get on that asap).

And I have one angry New Yorker moment to share: Yesterday I was walking up the stairs to get to the R train at 59th St. to go to Kaplan in Astoria. Now, this was SMACK in the middle of rush hour so it was STUPID crowded. So when a delightful gentleman takes up the space I was initially taking up I plowed into the lady next to me. As I was looking up to apologize I saw two hands and then all of a sudden I was laying on the stairs on my looking up at sixty billion feet and hoping that I could stand up and gather all my stuff without a crushed finger. Seriously. She PUSHED me down! Ridiculous.

xo