Woke up to lightning, thunder and pelting rain.
By the time I’d gotten dressed and put on my face and emerged from Bingham, however, it had stopped pouring and the sun even dared poke its head out from behind an innocuous cloud.
Welcome to summer on the East Coast.
Since precipitation confounds me, being from sunny So. Cal. and all, I actually Googled what to wear in a summer thunderstorm, a move that’s all kinds of stupid. Because, really, it’s not as if I had access to my extensive closet so it was inevitable that I’d have nothing comparable to the suggestions anyway, and also? It’s a thunderstorm, fer cryin’ out loud, and not a blizzard. As long as I have an umbrella, I think I’m good to go.
My only concession to inclement weather, then, is a long-sleeved top and a baseball cap. Although I maintain that I look like man in a baseball cap – I’ve inherited my father’s strong, square jaw – it does wonders in keeping wetness off my glasses.
By the way, these photos are super low quality because the lighting in my bedroom was not ideal, it being thunderstorm-y and dismal and all. But I think you folks can get the gist of it. In retrospect, I guess I did bring something red with me so this could’ve been an ideal 4th of July outfit. Oh, hindsight…
Also, last night, I threw all my photos into iPhoto and deleted them from my phone which meant all my Yale exterior shots were not at my disposal in the office. I needed a final pic for my last collage and was thinking of venturing beyond the confines of my little cave when enter Ivan, stage right.
Not only do we match, but I think it’s high time you all get a glimpse of the people I’ve been spending time with. After all, there is no story without characters. So, Ivan. He’s one of my fellow CAs and a total down-to-earth guy. He’s good people, keeping it real and telling us all about ourselves. He’s a good dose of anti-Kool Aid and I appreciate him immensely for keeping me grounded.
Ivan’s also at a particular stage in his life where everything is in limbo – emotionally, fiscally, professionally – so while he may know the ropes and provides mentoring for me EXPLO-wise, I think I reciprocate by being his Yoda when it comes to the real world.
:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – Gap thrifted
Shorts – F21
Flip flops – Old Navy