*1155 - fashion faux pas

The excellent thing about being in a city where the likelihood of running into anyone you know is a fraction of a percentage is that you can head out fearlessly in your yoga pants that are a tad too short and reveal, when seated, the socks you should not be wearing with those shoes, and on top of that all you're wearing an off-white coat that really doesn't match but was the most casual looking one you could find suitable for the weather that wouldn't make your unfashionable bottoms even more starkly unfashionable. Well, I did at least slap on some mascara (I don't go anywhere without, no, not even dance class) and braided my hair (though for largely functional purposes) so I may not look like I just rolled out of bed.

Well writing that took the amount of time between getting up the bus and off so away I go to blend in with the grottily vibrantly hipsterly Mission district folks. Toodles.