STRUGGLES!

After work, I met a friend for dinner in the gay district. We had margaritas, guacamole, and enchiladas. They were absolutely delicious. Then we grabbed coffee and walked around the park where we cooed at a Vietnamese baby who had just arrived three weeks ago to his doting dads. (This was a rare moment for me as I NEVER, EVER coo at children - even if they are members of my own family, but I have a soft spot for certain Vietnamese babies. Don't ask me why.)

When I got back to my car, IT WOULDN'T START. The gay district is the worst area to have car troubles. You can get fantastic compliments on your outfit, but nobody knows what a jump cable is. Luckily, the police officer overseeing the security at the gay bar had a cable and was kind enough to jump my car for me.

I really need to get some cables. I would be more inclined to buy them if they came in prints (Celia Birtwell, maybe?) instead of the regular red/black, yellow/black combinations.




top. American Apparel. skirt. H&M. tights. a street market. shoes. Steve Madden. necklace. Bebe.