People are… strange.
Keith and I went for a walk and early dinner, then a walk back home. It was probably before 6pm and I’d guess it was around 58 degrees out (seeing as it’s only NOW dipped to 50, and it’s like 3am). I wore a sweater. Keith wore a pullover fleece hoodie thing. I wore sandals. We ate on the patio (they had heaters out).
Okay, but we watched these people coming into the restaurant through the patio for like an hour and a half, each dressed in suede coats with fur collars, wrapped in scarves, wearing gloves and hats… the works. It’s like they KNOW this is the only chance they’ll have to show off their cute winter clothes, so they pretend it’s actually colder than it is.
When a former childstar (Chip, that link’s for you, since you’ll love this one) came in to meet with us last week, he was wearing a heavy suede jacket, wool scarf (which remained around his neck during the meeting), and a thick cable-knit turtle-neck sweater. I think the low that day was like 60.
I just don’t get it. Do people in Wisconsin wear shorts when it hits 70 (or do they go around in their bikini tops)?
Odd.
I love me some Corky Nemic.
Bueller!
You biznitch! I’m so jealous…Parker Lewis?!!? I had such a mad ass teenage lust for him….not John Taylor-worthy, but it was there.
As for wearing shorts in the midwest…come spring, the mercury hits 70 and the shorts go ON!!!
I always wore shorts when it hit 70 [when I lived in Wisconsin]!