February 15, 2007
Los Angeles never hosts rainy days, except when they’re in season. Winter is the most fashionable time. The heavens decided to throw a few parties this year. I usually like to show up in the perfect outfit, a tank top and pajama pants, made by the perfect designer for such couture, Old Navy. I generally celebrate without friends but if I do, we usually make sure to remark upon it, saying “this feels strange for LA,” “parking was hellish,” and “you’re soaked.” Sometimes, people forget the necessary accessory of an umbrella. Being from Louisiana, I think these events are over-hyped.