There, Finn. Happy now?!?
One thing I enjoy about the cold is that I am totally rockin' out the scarf vibe. I have never been a scarf person, and have, well, NEVER really worn one. Despite this, I have somehow collected four of them -- a blue-grey wool one that a friend of my mom's gave me when I was 10; a grey cashmere one and a tan cashmere one, both of which were bought because I thought they would accessorize well when I wore my trenchcoat with a suit (I was right), and my newest, a very cute red-and-gold-striped totally Gryffindor-style scarf. (And yes, I said Gryffindor, you heartless serpent.) Yesterday was the Gryffindor scarf with a light grey shirt, and today is the tan scarf with a light blue sweater. I am digging all these options. I am also amazed yet horrified that I am spending so long talking about my clothes. Anyway, I really adore the look and sound of the word "scarves." So, for some reason this seems to be my year for adopting the scarf as the latest part of my look. And as long as I am discussing my as-yet-unnamed look, I will mention that I fucking LOVE my hair today. It is spiky, yet tufty. You all want to touch it.
In unrelated news, I will also mention that Shiv's show last night was clearly her very best ever, and the bartender hit on her during the show by yelling out that he wanted to be her ex-boyfriend so that she would write a song about him, necessitating Shiv's comment that before he could be an ex, he would have to be a not-ex, which then allowed him to chuckle lasciviously. After I finished leering at Leo, the really hot one of the two boys who played after my girl, (and the boy with whom she was flirting as I left), I went out and had a gay ol' time, drinking until all hours with a couple of the other gay boys in our circle of friends. Despite this, I am feeling brighter-eyed and bushier-tailed today than I have in quite some time. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go admire my coif.