Not to be gross, but I can't even begin to describe how much I sweat during the taking of these photos. Who knew marching up and down a drainage ditch in 4 lb shoes could be so strenuous? Adding to the perspiration-inducing factors, an amazingly unstable, only semi-awake man insisted on taking several shots for me...ummmm...thanks, I guess. Actually, he turned out to be a surprisingly decent photographer especially given how much his hands were shaking, which I'm sure was a reaction to the heat and not drugs or anything. Maybe my brief stint in Portland completely wiped out the small amount of heat resistance I had built up-even if it did it would still be completely worth it if only for purchases made during my time there, this midnight-sky sparkly tank included. I'm obsessed with the slinky way that it clings to the body and abstract lower hemline. It won me over even before I noticed the cross straps in the back, but now that I know they're there I may never ever wear anything else. There's about a 90% chance that it was never meant to see daylight, so of course I've been wearing it since 8:00 this morning through classes and coffee-runs and everything else boringly mundane like that. I'm hoping that the chunky stop-sign reminiscent shoes toned down the club factor just a tad...Yes? No? Maybe? Well, at least I tried.