“Hmm,” I said to myself, “what are three words that best describe my time there?” I kicked around a few ideas:
Can’t. Stop. Gambling.
Cirque. Shows. Rock.
Beers. Pools. Beers.
Social. House. Delicious!
(the above coupled with my newest discovery: I. Hate. Sake.)
Then it hit me, and I knew I had my three words. And believe me, I’m the furthest thing from a fashionisto you’ll ever meet. But they were everywhere. And impossible to miss.
“If people turn to look at you on the street,
you are not well dressed.”