March 18th, 2009

I need to learn how to wear hats.

The Denver airport never fails to have a few people in cow[boy|girl] hats. Maybe they assign them randomly at the door. I wouldn't know. I only ever have layovers here.

Anyway, sitting across from me is a woman with: a white cowgirl hat, thick brown braids, eyeliner, dangly earrings, a Dell laptop, earbuds, a black cardigan, a black skirt, flip-flops and a messenger bag. Adorable. With practice, I think I could rock most of that, but not the hat. The hat is what makes it.