I went out seeking trouble last night. Sadly, I only managed to drink a lot with friends, one of whom has the all time worst fashion sense possible and never ceases to amaze and embarrass with the outfits she comes up with.

While I was waiting for her at a metro stop, and I caught a glimpse of an over-the-top drag queen out of the corner of my eye. As I did my double take I realized it was the friend I was waiting for! She had on a tall black and white felt hat (the kind one might wear to a wedding or to a state funeral), mid-thigh high black leather boots, a pink sequins tie, and a puffy fur coat. “We’re going to a pub,” I said, referring to my own beige trousers and black sweater. She just shrugged it off, but I had a hard time fighting my adolescent urge to hind behind my hands and shrink down in my chair all night.