Last night, I met a girlfriend that I went to high school and college with in San Francisco for a quick tour of The Beat Museum, a visit to City Lights, and some Italian seafood in North Shore. What can I say? I had a slight obsession with Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassidy (be still my 16-year-old heart) in high school, and I was grateful that my friend was willing to indulge my teenage self with a trip to some San Francisco literary hot spots. We were both English majors, so books & booze was how we did girls' night. Lots o' fun.
And before you call me hipster, here's proof that I'm not the only Catholic who thought berets and sunglasses were cool...
I love this poster.
Needless to say, I was dragging this morning when I got up, bright and early, for 8 o'clock mass. So, I put on a quick, comfy outfit.
Where's my coffee???
t-shirt-- Old Navy (years ago)
corduroy skirt-- GAP (years ago)
puffy eyes-- lack of sleep (Truthfully, the booze was minimal. I'm waaay too responsible in my old age. Neal Cassidy would never be interested in me, which is a good thing.)
Now go check out everyone else's outfits at Fine Linen and Purple.