funny how
fight for your right to part ways for the night
My boyfriend and I had a huge fight and I went storming into a bar and ordered a dirty martini. I was wearing a big scarlet onesie with a Danish flag down the back, had jumped out of the car and wasn’t dressed for city life. This blonde girl came up to me, drunk on her swaying heels. “Excuse me. Are you a musician?” I started to laugh. “Is it the ugg boots?”
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Public wearing of onesies has become almost passé in Melbourne :)
Sadly, I didn’t mean to wear mine in public. We’d had dinner with my folks at their place and all was casual. The man who ran the bar came up to say, “What are you writing?” (Well, nothing, now…) and had a very slicked moustache. You could spear a butterfly either side, I thought.