Black Friday is actually kind of a bigger deal for me than for Thanksgiving, what with the fact that I'm a vegan and all. So today was crazy in a whirlwind sort of way that I think I love. Outfit choices were guided by the necessity for rain-preparation and practicality...well, practical in comparison to my usual haphazard clothing decisions. I was pretty excited last night when I rediscovered a fedora that I thought I lost years ago but never fell out of love with, so I'm fairly certain that it'll be on my head for the next week without intermission assuming I can find some way to navigate sleeping while still wearing it.
Anyways, after getting up at an ungodly hour, hiking all across a rain-drenched town, and succumbing to countless cheesy consumer traps, cohesive thoughts are more or less impossible, so instead of writing any more I'll leave you with a couple of quotes from a man who has what are quite possibly the greatest comebacks in the history of mankind:
Bessie Braddock: “Sir, you are drunk.”
Churchill: “Madam, you are ugly. In the morning, I shall be sober.”
Nancy Astor: “Sir, if you were my husband, I would give you poison.”
Churchill: “If I were your husband I would take it.”