Work drag

Whenever I run into people from my nightlife escapades and I'm in a work context, I usually feel like I have to apologize for my boring work attire. This morning, I did a double-take when I saw this girl I know on the street. She looks remarkably like Whitney Port from The City and every time I see her out, I have to remind myself that her name is not Whitney. Apparently, she gets this all the time.

Non-Whitney works at a salon and was all dressed fashion-like. And while we chatted, I felt so self-conscious, frumpy and corporate, and I had to keep myself from apologizing out loud.

Life would be so much easier if drunkytimes and workytimes never intersected.