summer sunday

j. crew shirt . asos pants {old / similar} . sperry shoes {old / similar} . mulberry handbag . catbird and virginie millefiori rings . butter london nail polish in "primrose hill picnic"

Sunday JD and I went to go see the final ASSSSCAT of the Del Close Marathon where the fact that I am old was magnified tenfold. First by the 10pm showtime. How I manage to stay awake and functioning at work until 3am is beyond me right now. I'm in for a treat this fall. Second by something the beautiful Amy Poehler said. Amy, Ian Roberts and Matt Walsh took turns doing monologues. Ian told a story about a class in middle school where some kid climbed some thing and refused to get down. Amy capped it off by saying, "back then I would have been like "fuck that guy" (referring to the teacher trying to keep order), but now I'm like "fuck that kid, get him down!" Same. 

Yesterday we went to lunch at an island burrito shop that is always plagued by teenagers. Maybe it's because there are so few of them in Manhattan. Maybe it's because the ones I know are old folks at heart. But I just don't get them. I feel so out of the loop. And if I hear someone misuse the word "random" one more time. My goodness. Meeting your bff for a pre-planned event is in absolutely no way "random". It would be random if you fell into a well on your way there. 

I wore this to the show on Sunday. Believe it or not, that's not a pajama top. It has been cool these last few days and I happily took advantage of that by wearing pants. As it had been raining on and off I stuck with boat shoes (something I don't mind getting wet) and carried an umbrella in my bag, just incase.