Soaked

So today I rode home in the rain. I've attempted it once before, then bailed at a coffee shop. Today I figured what the heck? Well. I was soaked. Took the stockings off at work cos I could only imagine how icky *that* would be, but stuck it out with the heels, and they did surprisingly well!

Traffic makes cool sounds in the rain, and the smells (minus the 1980s chevrolet in front of me) were wonderful. It was actually kind of fun.

But there are jerks everywhere, right? While stopped on top of the bridge, some asshole in a white pick up (go figure) with a Ginger Leigh sticker (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) decided to stop next to me, and when i turned my head, he grinned and waved like seeing me was just the funniest thing ever. I sarcastically waved back- scooterists do NOT give the finger. The physics are against it. But really, what an asshole! Offer me a ride home or mind your own business. Let me enjoy the rain. This is Texas. Summer is approaching. We won't have much more of it.

My short "trench coat" was soaked, my dress had several wet blotches, and i might have ruined one of my favorite pair of shoes so I must go prop those up against a fan. Cross your fingers for these ladies:

Unlisted's Tube Top in gray. Sooo comfy and practical, while still being a little sassy