Hangover Cures

shirt, docs, denim jacket - thrifted // skirt - vintage, Pretty Penny // socks - SF Sock Market // shades - buffalo exchange

Pardon the lack of posts lately. I'm in the final two weeks of the semester, as well as coming up on the print-deadline for the next Blood is the New Black Magazine, and I made the mistake of ordering a double whiskey and coke while at a concert on Tuesday night. The cocktail waitress said "It's double the price but triple the pour!" Right now it's all I can do to put on clean underwear every day.

Rachel took these during a healing lunch date of Vietnamese food and iced coffee yesterday. While walking to meet her, I was accosted by dude in purple pants on a skateboard whizzing toward me with an open tackle-box in his hands. "I know you wanna buy some earrings...!" he yelled, and he was right. I did want to buy some earrings; I was pleasantly surprised at how creepy they were. Garrett, I learned, was on his way to the Oakland Museum of California for a class assignment ("but I make these and try to tell them wherever I go, because I'm an art student and I'm broke"). I chose ones that look like a baby emerging from my lobes.

Who knows? If Garrett keeps doing his homework, these could be worth dozens of dollars someday.