Friday, November 13, 2009

Sweet Irony

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!

1 comment:

Michael Kelly said...

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!