My definition of irony is when you wait until mid November when it's properly cold to have a tweed ride only to find out it's going to be in the low 70s. I am wearing wool knickers and a tweed jacket for craps sake. It's funny how fitting it is though: perfectly illustrating DC's capricious weather patterns.
Maybe we can all wear old timey one piece bathing suits. See you there!
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Yeah in the NE this weather has been confusing. Always on the border of tights or shorts, vest or jacket. Its nice but pick a side already!
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