Today I had a few interviews in Denver and one landed me in the Starbucks at a busy corner on the 16th Street Mall. Because of my impressive time management skills I was twenty-five minutes early, and rather than whip out my crocheting again (that's just for you, Ty) I decided to participate in one of my favorite sports; people watching.
People watching is (in keeping with the sports motif) a whole other ballgame in Denver. In Boulder, one expects a large ratio of Class A Weirdos to Normal Joes. Just a week ago, on my daily cappuccino walk, I passed a tall man with flowing blond locks wearing a brown leotard, a hot pink long-sleeved belly shirt, and brown tights in lieu of pants (no joke) and I didn't even bat an eye.
In Denver there is a lot more (possibly too much?) normalcy so the occasional crazy is hard to walk by without a double take.
So while I'm sipping my tea gawking (literally, jaw open) at the guy with the stuffed parrot on his shoulder, I can't help but notice how meticulously dressed he is--for a pirate.
It was at that point my people watching transitioned into fashion policing and I would like to offer awards to the best and worst dressers on the corner of Tremont and 16th:
Worst Dressed: The lovely gal (she looked like a 'Wanda') in the 'Waiting to Exhale' puffy paint shirt and fanny pack. Brava, brave lass.
Honorable Mention:Yikes, all the women I saw in long floral skirts with socks and running shoes.
Mr. Congeniality: His adorable smile momentarily distracted me from his painfully wrinkled khakis. Painfully.
Best Dressed: Me, of course. And my new Internship Director (Brownie points, anyone?) And the cute lady with the smart bob, bright red sweater, and khaki skirt. Thanks for keeping it simple and classy.
Shoot, I should be a black-bar wielder for Glamour magazine, seeing as I'm such an authority on fashion...Watch out all you fashion faux pas-ers, here I come... :P
Forever and ever and ever,
Stace
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