Apparently, not this getup... So you know what that means? I'm not going. It's hottt in LA right now, everyone is frisky, it's warm and beautiful at night... probably hot and lonesome inside your place. Sooo, I'm often faced with the dilemma of wearing something comfortable to have a couple of cocktails in or getting "gussied up" to go talk to some lame stragglers at Playhouse (and the like) who lease some stupid black sports car; but, still live in an apartment (or with 5 roommates in Hollywood Hills) on the raunchy side of LA.
I'd rather wear my PRPS jeans, a Hanes wife beater, comfy Born wedges, various necklaces, a vintage belt from a Palm Springs thrift store and my beloved Free People bag (they give it to you when you buy stuff in the store!!) and just go to MILK for a Root Beer float...
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