This hat is bound to be something I grab on the way out the door every day this fall and winter. You should see it with bell bottoms and a faded Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt… oh man. Possible outfit for the Black Crowes show tonight?
This skirt again. And these boots again. And a late Thursday night again, which justifies why I’m on the phone again on a Friday ordering a salty sandwich to pick up from Spring Street Deli. [Last week it was a Thunder Gulch, this week a Cigar.] Dear God—Spring Street. A lifesaver.
I’ve got 5 minutes to get to the other side of town. There are high hopes for this sandwich—it’s got to fill my belly, remind me of all that’s good in the world, give me the fortitude to make it through the rest of the workday, and carry me long into a night of amazing music and concert beers. I’ve heard they’re being mucho stricto on cameras, but we’ll do our best.