Diana (left) and Lisa (right) were sitting on a bench smoking; Lisa rolled her own. They were both thrifters. Lisa was particularly enthused about thrifting her shoes. "They found me," she explained.I noticed Lisa's bag, which was a reddish brown and had "Jamaica" in (relatively) big letters on the outside.
Have you been to Jamaica?Lisa: No.Do you feel that's false advertising?Lisa: No.Pretend you're on a blind date, and the person shows up wearing X, and you decide you will never see them again because of it. What is X?Lisa: Assless chaps. Leather assless chaps.
Diana was wearing Sperry boat shows ("They're durable.") and tight black pants. She normally wears skirts. "No pants! No pants!" Lisa said. I wrote that down. "Three exclamation points! You only wrote down two!" she scolded me.
Diana's necklace was obviously homemade: a piece of string with a beer can tab and a little book she made.
What's in the book?Diana: Drunk scribblings....It's been blogged before.If you saw a person from 20 feet away and knew that they were a douchebag, what would they be wearing?
They both answered quickly and I couldn't keep up who said what, but they later said they more or less agreed with each other on the answers.
Salmon pants...a really deep-v salmon shirt...a head band...souped-up Nikes.
I searched my bag for my camera and explained that I didn't know where it was. "This is very unprofessional, Brandon," Lisa said, and then Diana spotted it hanging from an outer pocket.
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