Saturn returned to bite me in the ass.
"Only sad sacks and conformists need things like no kiss on New Year’s Eve to remind them to feel lonely. They’re as bad as the people who need St. Patty’s Day as an excuse to get drunk or Halloween to wear slutty outfits. You can feel sorry for yourself and dress like a hooker all year round: Hallmark never needs to know.”
Thank you, Julie, for agreeing with me on this one. I cannot stand this holiday. Obviously, however, my distaste for today does not impair my ability to wear a thematic outfit:
I look like a really nice Irish lesbian. I am also fairly certain that this sweater is from my first Work Clothes Shopping Trip, circa 2004, and it, like almost everything else I own, is from Banana. The stripey ruffly shirt is Old Navy, 2008 or 2009. And as previously noted, the socks (not pictured) are from some Irish gift shop in the summer of 2001.
Anyway, tonight I plan on celebrating by avoiding midtown at all costs and getting another 8+ hours of NyQuil sleep. Yay!