That time I was a hobo in Vegas

I think that I do an alright job of not following fads like a fat dog follows an ice cream truck. It's not like I dress like I'm from the Great Depression or anything... thought that does seem to be a fad these days... but I have a particular style and I like to stick with it.

That style consists of jeans and a t-shirt. There was a time when I would NOT wear t-shirts that touched my neck too hard (that sounds a lot weirder typed out...) and I wouldn't wear t-shirts with screen print on them... but now I'm ok with that.

I forgot where the heck I'm going with this.

Oh! Right! Living where we live, it's ok to walk around wearing jeans and a t, and whatever shoes you want to wear. I wouldn't be caught dead wearing flip flops with fabric tied around them, but if you want to wear them? That's ok! Because anything goes here. 

I went to Vegas over the break. It was more like... "Hey Vegas! I'm just passing through here, won't be long, would you pick up some butter? Thanks!" So I didn't exactly pack up all my fancy stripper clothes. Because I totally have a closet full of stripper clothes. (Aren't all clothes stripper clothes, really?)

But there is something to be said about the experience of walking the strip wearing baggy jeans, an old AE t-shirt, and Toms that are full of holes. Oh, and also, I had spent all day in a car so my hair was a bit crazy and I walked with legs that say "I've been in a car all day".

If you wear clothes like that in my home town, it's cool! Actually it seems people pay big bucks to look like a hobo here. But the thing is if you wear clothes like that in Vegas... people might actually think you are a hobo.

They don't give money to hobos in Vegas. 

Also, there is something to be said about bringing your luggage to the hotel in Vegas! My hotel was on the Strip, so of course you had to walk through a casino to get to where you're going. So here I am. Little 18 year old girl. Pink duffel bag. Holding tight to a teddy bear and a blanket. Mmmmm I was sure to be getting some booty calls that night! 

Some people just aren't born for Vegas. 


Coriander