And we're not nice. No, in fact, we're mean. We're mean, petty people. We wouldn't be so mean if all the losers in the world didn't end up standing in front of (he was 6 and half feet tall, and right in front of me) and next to us. It's not our fault. If these people didn't want to be snarked about, they shouldn't have come near us.
One poor girl happened to be next to my sister, and I couldn't stop staring. We were at a Keane concert (Brit-pop, okay?) and she looked like she belonged at a country club in Atlanta, Jaw-ja. Really, the cream colored pants and the sequined pink sweater would have been enough. More than enough. But then she also had a fake flower pinned to the sequined sweater and a fuzzy scarf (made of that silky fuzz) around her neck. The scarf was tan. The flower was cream-ish. And if that's not enough (apparently it's not), she was wearing dangly pearl earrings with little pink satin bows on them. I literally couldn't stop looking at her. Really, any of those elements alone would have been enough. (Okay, minus the earrings.) There's no need to combine every trend from last year and wear them all together. No. No need at all. Though to be fair, she does march to the beat of her own drummer, because I don't know anyone who would ever wear earrings like that. Pearls are fine. Pink satin bows plus pearls equals not fine.
Oh the weirdos at a concert in the city. (Hello, heels? It's a rock concert, people, not a fancy dinner out. Gym shoes generally do the trick. Even trendy gym shoes.) It never ceases to amaze, what people will put on their bodies.
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