So, when I first moved to the DC metropolitan area I didn't wear pants. Not like that you perv!
I don't think I even owned a pair of jeans. If I did it is only because my dad made me buy them because I would "need" them.
Generally, I wore a uniform of a race t-shirt (preferably the starting line-up of the Brickyard 400 or Indy 500)and some shorts, most likely khaki. It wasn't pretty, but it is what I wore.
This what I wore year round, even in winter here, I would just add a pair of tights under the shorts (I know, I was HAWT, beating the college boys off with a stick I tell you, just like now) and a jacket. When it got really cold, I might wear the one pair of jeans, and I did have a winter coat, but that only came out around exams. Once, when I was still in high school, there was a blizzard and temperatures, with wind chill, were in the -20 to -30 range and still I went outside in shorts...sure I had on tights and long-johns underneath and I only stayed out for a couple minutes (Rascal had to be walked), but I did it.
Today, when temperatures were in the 40s, almost 50, I had to wear a winter coat! Me, a winter coat, already.
I think I have lived out here too long. I am officially a pansy like the rest of you.
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Um - we're not pansies. We are normal, and you are Crazy Shorts Girl (tm). You dress better than me now.
yeah, don't call us pansies! you wore shorts all the time!! we called you the shorts girl!!
but you do look v. nice now. ALL THE TIME! :)
that's funny, i forgot about that... in fact before i actually knew you i always thought of you as the girl who always wore shorts to church.
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