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!
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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